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agirlwholovesrockstars · 1 year ago

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faith, trust and pixie dust

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

summary : you're in college and your roomie is a metalhead to your surprise he's not mean, despite your differences in style, you and him made an unexpected beautiful friendship with him

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, Steve Harrington x FEM!reader, language, the story set in MODERN, they're both 20!, reader is an avid Disney fan in this, Eddie and reader are affectionate with each other but VERY platonic friendship!, very wholesome story, Eddie being a cutie, reader having a crush on Steve 🤭 a slight reader and Eddie having the same fears and little sad backstory (not so very triggering) but it will end up very heartwarming at the end! :))

what to expect : FLUFF🩷 like seriously, pure freakin' fluff fic in this, READER AND EDDIE WOULD BE BESTIES FOR LIFE AT THE END!

note to reader : I hope I am not mistaken, I haven't read anything that the reader is a fan of animation so I'm gonna make one that represents us geeks who loves to watch cartoons :))

author note : I'm projecting myself in here, if you didn't know it yet, I'm a cinephile so yeah literally any kind of genre! I love films and animation! I hope y'all enjoy this one 🫶🏻

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You can't even believe it, you're roomies with a metalhead

It's not what you expected on your freshman year but in a good way, you're just appalled

It makes you giggle a little whenever you came home to your dorm

The setting and the design of the room is so different, it's so very obvious that the two of you have different taste

Yours is more playful, the colors are lavender, baby blue, light pink in the bedsheets and for as him....well.... the most rock n' roll arrangement that you ever seen and to be completely honest

You kinda dig it

He is not what you thought he would be, you thought he would be a bully, mean, rude, messy or worse an asshole

To your surprise, he is a very kind and thoughtful dude, maybe even the best roomie/classmate that you could ever ask for

Plus, he's a gentleman! He's real sweet whenever he comes home he always brings you food for dinner even you don't ask for him to do it

While on the way to the University, you really thought you're going to spend the rest of the year dealing with some creepy dude, you decided to switch rooms to another and you have to admit that you got scared when you found out that a boy is going to be your roomie

You remember your first encounter together

"Damn" he stumbles on the door with his heavy baggage, clutching on his guitar hardly like it was the sacred thing ever

You turned your heel around to unpack your stuff, you got locked eyes with a rockstar on the front door

He immediately turns confused as his eyes roams around the room "Am I in the right room?"

You ignore his remark, you question him "Who are you?"

"Eddie Munson" he clicks his tongue as he try to introduce himself again "Well, actually it's Edward Munson, I prefer to call myself Eddie Munson a lot more"

You got amused to his personality, you chuckled "You're in the right room, Edward Munson" you say as you continue your task

"You're my roommate?" Eddie checks his paper one more look at it and turns his eyes back to you

You felt like from the tone of Eddie's words, it made you think like somehow he reads your mind before you can say anything, he says

"I could go to the headmasters office, you know, to change our situation better, it-it's the best for the both of us, so uh- if you're bothered that me being your roomie, no hard feelings here" he grabs his two heavy baggage and the guitar, he puts them down outside as he looks for school's staff

Judging by the way he behaves and it seems like he is a responsible kid, you changed your mind

You put down your boxes on your bed as you run outside of the room to find Eddie, he is now talking to a school's staff

"Oh no" you muttered, you quickly ran into the dorm's hallway as you apologize in the process for the other students bumped into you whilst running

You overheard Eddie's saying "Can you consider this" he gestures to the paper as he hands out to the school's staff

"I would like to change-" before he can finish you cut him off

"Change the bedsheets!" you say out loud not that you mean to but you're trying to catch up with your breath

"Uh- sorry" you cleared your throat, you carefully snatch off the paper that Eddie has given to the school's staff

Eddie couldn't be more confused as ever as he darts his eyes on you and the paper that you holding behind your back

"We would very like to change our bedsheets, it's kinda bit dusty and I have allergy to it" you shrug with your eyes saying "Please"

The school's staff stares at you and Eddie, grabs the walkie-talkie and says "I need a room service at-" looks at you for an answer

"Room 203" you say

"Thank you for alerting us, call us and you know where to find us, if you have any more concern" gestures at the school staff office just around the corner

"Yes, Thank you so much" you say as you both watch the school staff walk away

"Phew! That was close" you wiped the slight sweat from your forehead

"Why'd you do that?" He furrows his brows as he scans your whole face

"You're not as bad as I think I thought you would be, so, I'm sorry for like thinking of you that way" you smile tight-lipped, ducking your head down at him

A warm smile grows on his lips "Hey, it's alright, I told you, there's no hard feelings here"

"I suppose we can start over?"

"Sure, we can" he replies, as he starts to walk back to your room, you follow him walking beside

The whole dorm hall is noisy, lots of parents saying goodbyes to their daughters and sons, a group of friends screaming at each other as they celebrate for god knows what, packages and luggages everywhere

You and him start maneuvering towards the pile of stuff on every each of the room, as you both reach back at the place where you both was before

He lets you go in first, he starts carrying his things again and grunts as he puts them all down

He closes the door, he winces at the sound on going noise outside, he sighs the moment he heard the bird chirping in the window

You and him both faces crumpled up at the sound on the next room, loud banging and table screeching on the floor

You both turned around to face each other and laugh at the same time when you both have the same look

"Couldn't they get any more louder?" You joke

"The walls are thin, I'm afraid" he sarcastically says

He's right, the walls are too thin and you can hear other people's conversation if they're wouldn't be so loud about it

"You know what, I'm a bit peckish, you want to come with me?" Eddie says as he puts his hands on to his pockets as he waits for you to answer

You look over to your unfinished packing and it's been hours since you arrived and it's not bad to take a break from it

"Yeah, sure, Eddie" you say as you grab your small sling bag

"I feel really bad not knowing your name" he says as you go down the stairs

"It's Y/N"

"Ooh great name"

"Thanks, my dad gave it to me"

He nods and smiles at you as you both go inside the café, it's the only one that is near in the university, you breathe in the aroma of coffee in the air

"I assume you're a musician?" He lets you go in first again in the line

"Yeah, I am" he digs out to his pocket for his wallet

"What can I get for you? Miss?"

"One Alfredo Pasta and One Iced Caramel Macchiato, large"

"I'll have the Breakfast Platter and a Hot Cold Sweet Foam Drink, large as well, please"

"Breakfast Platter, huh?" you comment as you ready for your payment

"It's the Breakfast of Champions" he says as he made a rock n roll sign at you aggressively that it made you laugh

You both take turns on conversations about yourself and him

"I have a band back at home" he says as he chews on the Hungarian sausage

"No, shit?!" you swallow as you twirl your fork on the pasta

He chuckles "Yeah, I've always wanted to have a band of my own, we're on a break for moment because, you know, I chose Bachelor Of Arts in Music, we need to go for college and stuff" he says as he ates the scrambled eggs with waffles

"I get that, you miss them, don't you?" You say as you put the twirled pasta on your mouth

Eddie isn't homesick of the town that hates him, he is homesick because of the people that he love and care for are in it

"Yes, I do" he smiles for a moment as he remembers the memories back in Hawkins, he begins "How about you?"

"For starters, I love animation ever since I was a kid, that why I took Bachelor in Digital Arts"

He smirks at your Alice In Wonderland wallet that he saw earlier "That's why you have so many Disney related in your room"

"Oh that" you chuckled "Yeah, I am unashamedly being myself"

You're shocked at how he encourages you in that "As you should! Never let anyone else change you because you're different from them, Just be who you are, you will attract the right people for you"

"Like you?" You smirk at him and he laughs while holding to his chest

"Yeah, just like me"

"I'm starting to like you, Eddie"

"Likewise, Y/N" he winks at you and you rolled your eyes playfully

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You always laugh a little whenever you remember the memory of your blossoming friendship together back then

You're both at 3rd year and your goal is to graduate together

You and him made acquaintances over the years of the studying in the university

In overtime, it seems like it always ends up the both of you hanging out together

It also feels natural and if you look back of what you think of him again, you wouldn't believe yourself that you're bestfriends with a rockstar

You made the perfect decision of not letting him go in the first place, you found a great friend and a real friend that you know you can count on

You will always choose him over than some douchebags, you love that he doesn't mind you about being yourself, he even listens genuinely to your rambles about what you love the most, you couldn't be more grateful that you have a bestfriend like him

When you fell asleep on your desk, he always carries you into bed without any malice, you feel safe around him

Sometimes when there's no classes, others will go out and get drunk, meanwhile you and him would rather spend the entire night watching films and gush about it afterwards

He's so sweet when you find out waking up falling asleep on his bed, tucked in with his blanket, when you accidentally crash in there after a long exhausting day, you found him sleeping on your bed

You and him grow more and more close, giving each other's hugs, he even lays his head onto your lap while you're reading your textbook, he sometimes fell asleep in there and you always let him, he even lets you wear his bandshirt clothes when you ran out of clothes to wear especially when the damn washing machine in the basement always turns out to be out of order, you're gonna cross over the other side of the road just to wash your clothes sometimes you're too tired to do that

He always helps you to general cleaning your dorm room, he is so helpful and doesn't even complain about it, he just knows what to do without you telling him what to do

Your parents met him, they thought, he was your boyfriend and you know it that he is biting back a huge fit of laughter

You snickered slightly when you couldn't help it

You finally met Wayne, he visits when the sembreak begins, he likes you, he frowns a little bit when he finds out that you and him are not dating, either way he still loves you

"I would love to come with you and visit your hometown someday, Eds"

"Sure thing" he smiles at you

"And also I want to watch you perform!"

"My dear, he brings the best shows ever" Wayne says to you throwing his hands up in such admiration

"Oh my god?! I need to see it immediately!"

Eddie suddenly grows shy and he keeps saying "Wayne, come on, don't embarrass me"

"I'm not embarrassing you, I'm just so proud of what you become, my boy"

He became flustered and started fiddle with his rings "But you already seen me play, sweetheart"

"Yeah? Playing your guitar in our dorm room doesn't count"

"You really wanted to see me play so bad, huh?" He taunts

"I really do, like hello?!? It's my first time to have bestfriend like you! Eddie!" You annoyingly exclaimed

"Okay, fine maybe on Holiday's, You will visit my hometown and see me play with my band"

"Yes!" You cheered on excitement and Eddie just laughs on your enthusiasm

"But what about your family? Hon? Don't you celebrate your Christmas with them?"

"Well, they say I could go spend anywhere that I want this time.... so" you shrug

"So, it's a plan then!" Eddie mirrored your excitement

"Yeah" you grin at him and Wayne just smiles as he both watch you gawking about the plans for upcoming holidays

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Your parents gifted you, a new sets of clothes to wear and other things after they visited you on sembreak

You're ready, you're now settled to go with Eddie in Hawkins in the holidays

For as long as you can remember, you never have friends that takes this long, you always get used to seasonal friendships that didn't last longer than your new found friendship with Eddie

"Are you decent? sweets?" He says before he enters the room

You try to smooth out the crease of your short skirt and your loose long sleeved off shoulder top with cute designs on the front, you were your Nike's

"Yeah- I'm good" you respond

He dramatically taken aback "Wow, you look ravishing"

"Pfft, shut up, Munson" you say as you sling your bag around your shoulder as you double check the dorm room to see if you missed any important to bring

"No, I'm serious!" He holds his hands up

"You're never serious about anything, Eds" you put your hand around your waist and narrow your eye on him

"Well, that's true, but I meant what I said back there" he places his hand on his heart with a puppy look on his eyes

"You're only serious when you're so focused on your music sheet for Mr. Hudson" you start teasing him

He squeals at the mention of his professor's name and it made you cackle

"Jesus, that man was no joke, Y/N- he was scary!" He shudders

"Yeah, it looks like it" you jokingly said not looking at him as you check around once more

"If I never passed that project, I wouldn't have a Christmas vacation"

"I remember the fear on your face when you carefully look at the grade of your project"

He scoffs at you as he shakes his head

"It turns out that you passed! You're too hard on yourself and you worry so much- good thing you have a friend like me to take care of your drama" you roll your eyes at him as he drops his jaw at your words

"I'm the dramatic one here?!" He says with a unbelievable tone on his voice

"Yes, you are, Eds" you wink at him teasingly

"Yeah, says who cries while watching The Lion King"

You turned around to face him annoying expression sitting on your face

You want to wipe that smug look on his face

"It was emotional!"

"It was emotional!" He mocks you as he sniggers

You scoff at his action and you walk away from him, not responding at him because he irritates you

You hand up the dorm room keys and you shake it and it makes a sound a clinking keys and he turns off the light, checks the bathroom, and closes and locks door on his way out while you're leaning your back in the wall outside as you wait for him

"Aww, don't get too mad at me, sweetheart" he says as he put his hands together on a playful smile

One thing about Eddie is that you can't fight off the smile that is coming to your lips whenever he tries to brighten up your mood

"I will if you refuse to watch Disney movies with me, it's still on" you say pointedly as he puts his arms around your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your on top of your head

Eddie walked you inside of his van, helps you get up on his passenger seat

"So? What do you think?"

"I like your RV, it's nice"

"Wait- til' you see the rest of my family" he beams at you and there's such happiness filling into his eyes

If you're excited he is much more excited like you do too

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You both left the university early because you know it would be a long ride but it wouldn't be so boring because you have your bestfriend

He stops over to a gas station and thank goodness, there's a different restaurants to choose from

He doesn't wanna wake you up, you're so peacefully sleeping and he knows that you haven't been sleeping a lot lately since you're too excited for this road trip with him

He goes down and orders two cheeseburgers with fries and two vanilla milkshakes

He keeps glancing at the window to check on you

He goes back to the driver's seat and puts the two vanilla milkshakes on the cupholders and puts the brown paper bag on his lap

He holds your cheek carefully, he caresses it slightly patting it to wake you up

You groan around to face him, your eyes fluttering open, you feel a bit dizzy since you haven't ate anything yet, your stomach growls at the smell that lingers inside of the vehicle

"Join me, darling?" He flashes you a cheeky smile as he holds up the brown paper bag and a milkshake

You giggle as you rub your eyes, he hands you the cheeseburger

You and him both ate in comfortable silence

With his mouth full he says "We're like maybe in a half a mile now but still it's gonna be like a long drive, so, I suggest if you need something you better do it now"

"How many hours that we are in?"

"My guess is maybe 3 hours or 4 hours I think?"

You check your watch, you guys left in 7am and it's 10am already

"Oh, we're on the road for 4 hours now"

"Hmm, are you getting bored now?" He jokes

"No, not really, I like it, it's peaceful"

"I wish there's some more people like you" he says

"Why is that?"

"I don't know- other people will be like whining about how far it is and you're just like-"

"Like what?

"you're enjoying it"

You laughed "Of course! I'm enjoying! who do you think I am?!?"

"You're Y/N?"

"No, silly! I'm your bestfriend!" You hold his hand and his heart warms at your touch

"As long as I'm with you, whenever I'm with you, I will never be bored of every single thing we do, even with the normal stuff like this!" You point out to the steaming cheeseburger

He chuckles at your gesture as he takes a sip of his sweet beverage

"Never, huh?"

"Never ever will be, Eds" you squeeze his hands for reassurance as you both continue to eat your food

Eddie watches you as you sigh in content while eating cheeseburger and he always likes to watch you eat your fave combo

Dipping the french fries in the milkshake

You're so unreal, he never thought he could make another friend like you

You crumpled up the foil as you finished eating your cheeseburger as you throw it back on the brown paper bag

You told him you're going to the restroom even you told him a million times that you can go there by yourself but you know him- he wouldn't let you go alone, so you just brush it off and stop with the endless debating

He is so protective of you and it just really makes you happy

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The drive to Hawkins has been the most calming and really refreshing thing ever

You popped a music tape inside as you await for his reaction

He is never been so mean about to your tastes, it was just not really his thing, and you love him for that, just vibes along with you even isn't much of a bigger fan like you

The song starts and it's The Zombies - Time Of The Season

"No fucking way!" he laughs in disbelief while tapping his fingers along with beat on the steering wheel

You start swaying from your seat as you ask him "What?"

"You listen to this?!"

"Why? Is it bad?"

"No! It's just- sorry, sweets, it wasn't what I expected"

"Aside from me being a Disney fan, There's a hidden rockstar underneath" you wink at him and he just laughs more

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises"

"You shouldn't be surprised at this point, I wouldn't be listening to your hard rock music back in the dorm if I didn't like it, you know" you say as you sing along to the song

"Dang, I should've known, could've at least taken a note from it" he pretends to think deeply and it you start laughing

You both take turns singing along to the song as he tries to mimick some of the singers voices and it makes you giggle

🎶As he taken?

Anytime?

To show

To show you what you need to live

Tell me to slowly

Tell you what

I really want to know

It's the time of the season of loving🎶

He bops his head at the instrumental part and you start to dance onto your seat

It just feels everything, you never felt this much happier, shared laughs, sing-along, eating together

Eddie is the bestfriend you could ever ask for

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You saw the sign "Welcome To Hawkins" and you scream gleefully, you glance on your watch it's 3pm

Eddie laughs at your reaction as he says "Don't hurt yourself we're almost there"

The time you arrived in the Forest Hill Trailer Park

There's a bunch of kids roaming around the area, There's three guys that match the same shirt that you saw with Eddie that says "Hellfire Club", you assume that is Jeff, Gareth and Chris his bandmates, they look even better in person

On the other side there's 5 people that might be just as the same as your age, you thank to god that Eddie introduce them to you while you're looking around his photo album back in the dorm

Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle and Steve....the sight of him distracts you, he is hella attractive, Eddie didn't lie about him, you finally saw the marvelous hair that he has, it looks really good you can't deny it

You're too shy to compliment your bestfriend sometimes, he always made you feel pretty but you never gotten the chance to say that he is also looks so handsome

You assume the kids are Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Erica, Jane and Will

"They're gonna love you, I give you my word, sweetheart" as if he can read your mind he pats your shoulder as he smiles at you

"Thanks, Eddie"

"No problem" he says, he take one last look at you before he goes down to meet his friends

Your heart flutters at the sweet reunion

"Hey, guys!"

"Eddie!"

The kids run to hug him as if he can hug them all the once entirely, they crowded him, you can barely see his posture, the only thing you can see from him is his massive brown locks of hair

"I miss you too" he says to each one of them

"How are you, man?" He made a handshake to the man that he told you his another bestfriend, Steve Harrington

You thought he couldn't be more attractive in pictures but to see him in the flesh, makes you even more nervous, there's a slight butterflies on your stomach with the way you see him smile

My god, there's no way you're crushing to his highschool bestfriend

You slowly open your the door and you walk towards them, all of them are extremely loud and you're gonna get used to that a lot from now on

Eddie heard the door open and he turns to you, they went silent and you can feel the stares taking you all in

Eddie gladly put his arms around you as they await

"Guys, This is Y/N, my freaking bestfriend in college, she's awesome" he proudly saids as he leans in more to squeeze you makes you feel less nervous

His bandmates groan, when they thought you're Eddie's girlfriend, Jeff won the bet you overheard Gareth and Chris start bickering with each other

All of them start walking towards you

"Hi! I'm Dustin! Dustin Henderson, did he tell you I'm his favorite bestfriend?" He raises his eyebrow

"Er- Yeah he did?" You look up to Eddie for help and he whispers "I got you"

"Henderson, There's no competition to who is the best" Eddie says as he stands closer to Dustin

"But it's the truth right?"

"Nah, Jeff is my first mate" he teases as he rans off away from Dustin as he follows him

"Oh my god, ever since he is such a dork!" You exclaimed while giggling

"I know right?!- Oh it's Robin, Robin Buckley" she says as she aggressively shakes your hand

Another girl coming in your way as she laughs at your confusion in your face "That's when you know you're talking to Robin, She's always energetic- I'm Nancy, Nancy Wheeler" she points out the guy with checkered polo "That's my boyfriend"

"it's a pleasure to meet you both"

"Hey, new girl! What can you say about Hawkins?" A long haired guy with a Surfer Boy's Pizza cap speaks up to your side, Nancy clears her throat

"Oh right, I'm Argyle" he gently shakes your hand

"And I'm Jonathan Byers, and that boy over there is my brother" he grins at you

"Hey, don't steal my introduction!" Will shouts as he comes to your direction from where you standing

"Sorry about that, I'm Will, Will Byers" he is such a charming kid, he smiles at you while shaking your hand

"Oh yeah, you're the one that Eddie told me that you love to paint right?"

Will smiles that reaches to his ear "Yes, you got that right! That's me! So you like art too?"

"Are you kidding? I love art!" You and Will both raving about each other's interests

"We got a geeks under the loose" Robin smirks

"There's more where that came from, Hello, I'm Lucas, Lucas Sinclair" he shakes your hand

"And I'm Max, Max Mayfield, I'm his girlfriend"

Lucas whispers to you "Don't ever call her, Maxine"

"What's that?"

"Nothing"

You giggle at them

"I'm Erica, Erica Sinclair, I'm Lucas sister" judging by the tone of her voice, she is very sassy, you don't want to mess with her

"You're very pretty" a voice so soft it sounds like it was a whisper, you turn around to look for the girl and it falls down on the cute but also very beautiful

"Oh? T-thank you"

"I'm Jane, Jane Hopper" she says with a kind smile

Another boy comes to her side as he intertwines his fingers with her "I'm Mike, Mike Wheeler, I'm her boyfriend, I guess you already meet my big sister, Nancy"

You nod at him "Yeah, she is very sweet"

Jeff, Gareth and Chris are the next ones to introduce themselves to you

Jeff is the first one to shake your hand while two are sniggering behind his back

"Hi! I'm Jeff and I play the bass guitar for- he offers his hand to shake hands with you

"Corroded Coffin" you smile as you take his his hand

"See? No wonder, my guy loves you" Jeff says to his friends

"Too bad they aren't together" the one with curly short haired guy with red and black checkered jacket

Jeff nudges him "Ow! Okay I'm sorry- I'm Gareth, I play the drums" he sloppily shakes your hand but you don't mind it anyways

"I'm Chris, I play the rhythm guitar, it's very nice to meet you"

"You too" you smile at them

"Got that all in your head, Y/N?" Robin laughs when you take a minute to look at all of them

"Yeah, I can remember all of you"

"There's one more that you missed though"

You tense up, that voice, you already knew who it is

You turn around your eyes fall for the ultimate heartthrob, you quote Eddie's words inside your head

You gasp a little, he's even more pretty up close

"I'm Steve, Steve-"

"Harrington"

"Yeah, I know who you are"

He chuckles, he looks right on your shoulder he runs his thumbs over your knuckles as he warmly shakes it

Oh, you feel might faint for any second now

"I hope I get a good first impression" he says, his hold on you he lets it linger for awhile until you before you can turn around to see where he's looking at- It's Eddie

"Are you okay? Sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a bit overwhelmed"

Overwhelmed by his bestfriend's beauty

"Oof, I'm so sorry about that Y/N" Nancy apologizes but you wave her off

"No- it's okay, I'm really happy to finally meet you all I know this place really means so much to Eddie" you smile to look up to Eddie who is already staring at you with a smile on his face

All of his friends smiles at you and him

"We should probably get going now" Jonathan says

"Yeah, I bet you both are begging for a good night's sleep because I am" Argyle yawns and you chuckle

All of the kids bid their goodbyes to Eddie, telling him they will visit as they can, Nancy hugs you before she leaves with Jonathan, Robin told you that Steve is crushing on you, you refused to believe, it's the first time you met him, she made it sound like-

Love at first sight?!?

Unbelievable, There's no way, you shake off at the thought, the last person to go home is his bandmates

You feel like they're up to something as you heard them snickering away from Eddie the moment you appear

"Where's Wayne? By the way?"

"Oh, he works at night and comes home by the morning, but I already told him that you're spending the holidays with us... so"

You hum in response, you look around the trailer, you smile in delight when you eye the mug collection

He carries his duffel bag and your knapsack inside

"What do you think of my family?"

You like that term that he uses, he treasures his people so lovely

"They're really great, Eddie, I love them already" you smile at him

"I told you so, they're going to love you as much as you love them!" He says as he shrugs off his jacket

"Got anything else in mind for dinner? We could call for food delivery, if you want" he checks the refrigerator, we need to do some groceries, he thinks to himself

It's very embarrassing to not have anything at the moment since you're his guest

"I really don't mind at all, Eddie, but Pizza would be good"

Eddie might get scared of how you easily read his mind like that- he'll do the same thing to you- it's like you're both think alike

"Pizza, sounds nice" he says as he closes the refrigerator door and headed towards the telephone

"I assume, Pepperoni and A&W?" A smile tugs on his lips

"You know me so well, Eds" you flop down on the couch as you lean in

He shrugs as his expression looks like he's saying "Can't help it"

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You thought your feeling of getting "merry" on Christmas Eve was long gone but you finally bought back to it

The celebration happened at Steve's house, the house looks so freaking expensive as your curious eyes look around at the beautiful interior design of his home

You didn't know that Steve from afar is watching you with a smile on his face

Everyone is there, full of enormous Christmas decorations everywhere, the dinner was so joyful that your cheeks hurt for too much smiling

You went home with so much blissful feeling with Eddie, throughout the entire evening he's making sure you're not missing out

"You look astonishingly good, Eds"

Eddie raises his eyebrows to your compliment, you've never complimented him before

"I know- it's a shocker" you say as you drop yourself onto the couch and let out a deep sigh when the soft cushion hits the spot on your back

"Why, thank you my friend" he says with a British accent, you snorted

He takes the seat beside you while putting his arm over you as you rest your head on his chest

"So, what do we do now?"

"Hmm, okay so, you made me try Scoops Ahoy, Surfer's Boy Pizza, I finally saw you played with your band at The Hideout which is super freaking insane!" He laughs at your words as he squeezes you

You went silent for a bit as he swings his head to look at you

You look over to your lists for christmas activities, you lift up your head and turn around to face him, you grin devilishly at Eddie, he can't ignore the mischief from your eyes

He's taken aback at your expression as he finally catch up to what is going on

"Oh no, it's not-"

"Yeah- it is! Today is the date!"

"This is a nightmare!" As he remove his arm around you making your head hit the cushion hardly it made your head bounce

You tutted "God- don't be such a killjoy! Eddie! Come on- it's gonna be a lot of fun! It's like watching films-"

"Yeah, but in animation" he groans

"I said while we're here I told you, we're gonna have a Disney marathon with a mug of hot chocolate in our hands!"

Eddie facepalmed at your words as if he is making the hardest decision on his life

He stands up and ignores for a minute of your protest

"Eddie Munson! You made a promise to me!" You held up your pinky finger to him

He chuckles "It's not metal!" he reasons with you

"There's some metal in it- why'd-" you give up to argue more as you shook your head at him

"Why don't you just try? Please? For me? It's my first Christmas here and I want all of the activities we made are memorable as possible" you say as you pout at him

He turns back to look at you and thinks for a moment, he blinks "Alright, alright, fine!" he groans in frustration

He goes back sitting beside your with his arms crossed

You put the Fox and The Hound you smirk to yourself as you testing the waters to see if he gets lost in the film

Eddie "The Cryer" Munson, your bestfriend, you made him cry so bad as he grips on the pillow shakily weeping

You already seen this film and it never fails to make you cry again, you swallow a laughter from your throat as you watch Eddie sobs beside you

You hand him over the box of tissues as he blows his nose while still crying in the process

"What the hell did I ever do to you, Y/N?" He turns to face you with stains of tears from his eyes and a bit swollen

You finally let out your suppressed laugh as you pick few pieces of tissues as well "Who's the dramatic one, now?" You smirk

He glares at you as he sniffles when the credits starts to roll

"You have some more?" He says

"More of what?"

"Disney movies!"

Oh, you got him right in your claws, he is invested and hooked

The look of stunned in your face makes him impatient

"Have you seen Atlantis : The Lost Empire?"

He shakes his head

"How about Hercules?"

"No"

"Please, don't tell me you haven't seen Brother Bear" you close your eyes as you peek your left eye out

His nose scrunches up "Yeah, definitely haven't seen anything from what you just mentioned"

"Eddie, what are you doing?!?" You snap at him

"I-I'm watching Disney movies w-with you?" He confusingly answers

"No- I'm saying why in the world you haven't seen them all yet?!?"

He laugh out loud "Okay, well maybe I have seen one and only one that is special"

"And that is?"

"Peter Pan"

You gasp "No kidding? That's a Disney classic!"

"Yeah- Wayne rented a VHS of it for my 7th birthday"

"Aww" you pinched his cheeks

He chuckles as he pushed your arm playfully

"Just make yourself comfortable because I already set the greatest animation films of all time!" You told him proudly as you cross out the first film that you watch on your list

"I think we're even now" he gives your hot chocolate, your wide-eyes darts back and forth in the thermos that he mysteriously hide and prepared earlier

"Oh, Eddie! You're such an amazing bestfriend!" You squealed in excitement

He laughed at Emperor's New Groove

He got traumatized by Cruella DeVill in 101 Dalmatians

He loved the friendship in Zootopia and the message behind the film

While Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas starts playing he says

"Now, this is metal" he says as he jams into the song as he ates the jumbo white squishy marshmallow

"Told you, this would be fun" you say as you crunch a buttered popcorn on your mouth

Eddie turns to face you as he tries to say something but he wants to let you know that he is eternally grateful for this friendship

"Hey, Y/N"

You're chewing as you lick the butter from your fingertips "Yeah?"

"Can I have a sec?"

"Oh, sure" you reach down for the remote and pause it

"I just wanted to say that I'm so happy and truly thankful that you're here with me, you know, letting me into your life, being your friend and it's just-" he breathy laughs "I just can't believe a made another friend, not just a friend, a real one."

Your eyes shines so much filled with joy as you flash a fond smile at him

"Me too, Eddie, I've been dying to talk to you as well never gotten the chance but here we are" you shrug as he took your hand to hold it

"You know, I haven't told anyone about this but I was so scared of my first day at college because it's such a cultural shock to me, the new environment and the reason why I'm so terrified of failing on one of my subjects because Wayne worked his ass off to get me to college and I don't want to let him down" he blink back the tears on his eyes

"I thought I wouldn't able to make friends because that's not Hawkins anymore, it's a different place, out of my comfort zone, as much as I hated the town has given to me"

You hold his hand tighter as he moves closer to you

Back in the University, you can tell he's having a hard time to open up to you and you don't want to push him for it

"I was blamed for something that I didn't do and my whole life I've been called as a town freak, yeah I've taken every shitty thing in that school, the bullies, the hate and all of that nasty shit" he angrily huffs

"You don't deserve that Eddie and I believe you've done nothing wrong"

"You do?"

"Yeah, Eds, you just continue to be unapologetically yourself and you shouldn't be ashamed of what you truly are"

You genuinely smile at him , you're honest he likes you for that

From that moment, Eddie knew that he had found another purest soul just like him

"I didn't mention to you before, that I hardly make any friends that stays with me"

"You're crazy, right?"

You chuckled "I'm serious! For the 20 years of my life, you're the only one that remained this long like this is the most longest friendship that I ever had"

"And I'm going to make it last, no wait- scratch that" he pauses

"We're going to make the most of it" he says as he starts to embrace you

You pulled back to look at him "I feel awful for not asking how you feel back in the University, I wish I could've at least help you out with your thoughts" you placed your hands on his shoulders with a concern look on your eyes

He smiles widely at your words "I knew I was right about you"

"About what?"

"My bestfriend"

You flash out a cheesy grin at him as you hug him back again

You're both back at being bestie shenanigans again

"I've heard this rumor about you having a crush on my bestfriend?"

"Who?" You ask dumbly

"You know who" he remarks with a raised eyebrow

"Steve Harrington?" He says as he nudges you in the elbow, with a playful smirk on his face

You scoffed at him as you laugh "Knock it off! Eds, now pay attention at the movie" ignoring the way your stomach flutters at the mention of his name

You both sat together as Sally and Jack sang their song together while he moves forward as he take in the most pleasing scene

"Do you have more?! I need more!"

"Oh my god, what have I done to you" you say as you search for more Disney films that he haven't seen yet

This will go on all night and you couldn't even more happier spending Christmas Eve with your bestfriend

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington and eddie munson #Disney #Walt Disney #Disney Fans #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

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thekats · 6 months ago

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2AM thoughts

CW: suggestive content, mentions/discussion of SA/rape

I just saw (again) a post with that Lae'zel-Halsin banter that's like 'has he killed more or fucked more in his 350 year alive?' and he goes 'chimera has 3 heads but does it count as one creature?' Then Lae'zel says 'must have been a challenging kill' and he replies 'yes... kill' (sorry, my palm brushed the back button and the post was lost from view or I'd have done this as a reblog, but again it's 2am, I'd scrolled for a while until it popped up and I'll have forgotten by the time I get up again).

Now, I see three potential readings for this and I'm not saying any of them are more or less valid, just wanted to package them into wordsies:

A) Halsin is doing a funny. From banter with Shadowheart (for example) we see that he does have a funny bone. I'm thinking in particular the animal noises she offers to make to make him feel more at home in the shadow-cursed lands and him going 'you bleat well enough as is'. Yup, can absolutely be read as 100% serious, but doesn't really match his character. Think also the 'you're so big and strong and muscular and huge hunky-hunk-man for an elf' dialogue option in camp. His reply 'really?' is, for a split second, convincingly genuine, but he instantly reveals that 'ha-ha! Tricked you, of course I know I'm a big beefy himbo guy for an elf, we have fun.' Not to play the autism card, but this humour is very popular among autistics, I don't make the rules. Allistics frequently don't get it, especially because we use it with such earnestness that it can be tough to see the intention of a joke.

The chimera banter does fit that pattern.

B) He did fuck that chimera, he is a monsterfucker. Obviously, this is the favourite option for both Halsin-stans and Halsin-...crams... it's 2.19am, fuck off.

Him horny, him 'old', him horny and old, he fuck monsters. We don't know when he did it, how he did it, why he did it. Maybe he really was just horny and he put all of y'all's hear-me-outs to shame (I'm not a monsterfucker, personally, I can't even bring myself to fuck Halsin in bear form, so I don't have any hear-me-outs). Maybe there was something external at play. Maybe it's Maybelline(TM R C and such). Honestly, good for him. All we know for sure is that he checked in with that chimera to make sure it was all consensual beginning to end. Absolute king. I'd believe that a chimera would get the hots for him. He can get it.

3) He did have sexual intercourse with a chimera, but it wasn't consensual on his part. "But Kats," I hear you scream (I don't, humour me), "why would he be so chill about it then?!" The drow. He says himself in his Sharess' Caress afterglow dialogue that the way he speaks of the events now isn't necessarily representative of the severity of the events. Ffs he reports being raped, a sex slave for three years, and still 'some of it was done willingly'. My bro, my boo, son. N.O.! Just because it was "in their nature" as lolth-drow or some shit does not make it excusable! Just because you got a hard-on, a natural bodily reaction that has nothing to do with willingness or consent, does not mean you have to downplay what happened, even if that makes it easier in your own mind. Therapy. You, me and someone qualified. And Astarion. And Gale. And Derryth Bonecloak, honestly... NOW!

I would not be any more surprised than with the other two options if this were the tale behind that... story. Martel, I am running out of vocabulary here, but you know what I mean.

Anyway, again, I don't consider any of these more or less true/likely than each other. Perhaps there's even other options? Perhaps there's official info on it that I haven't come across yet bc I've had the game for 3 weeks and there is just so much content all of the time. Yeah, just wanted to lay down my 2 cents. Okay, nighty night!

#halsin #halsin bg3 #please dont let me wake up to hate this in the morning #future-me? current-me is sorry that past-me started writing this 45minutes ago

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angelsbless · 9 months ago

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Sometimes i keep thinking about this :

Do we really relate to characters or the characters influence our personalities?

I mean to think about it whenever you watch an anime or read a manga your whole perspective changes into something new, and you discover sides you never thought existed, but do we relate to characters really or because of them our aesthetic and persona changes, i think it can be both because you may find comfort in a character so you let them influence you and take over your personality, sometimes a character can also represent things that you always wanted or dreamed to do deep down, that's why preferences are so different from a person to another depending on the life experience that each person had, and this makes a person able to understand characters and people better, so people often argue on how they view and feel about each character, but i think everyone's pov is right and can never be wrong.

What y'all think tho?

#anime #anime and manga #anime character #pov #writing #manga #relateable #discussion #scenarios #headcanons #relationship #safe place

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gamebunny-advance · 2 years ago

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Doodle Dump (Misc)

Notes + Captions below

1) Space Kicker NSR Portrait. I did do 1 more RH x NSR style portrait, but I really don't know how many more I'm gonna do. I just really don't know what the purpose of it would be.

2) Amalgamation. G&W doodle.

3-6) This was my original idea for White and G&W when I was asking for characters that y'all associate with me. The point of that game was just to give me a break in between working on Kun3h0, so didn't want to turn it into a whole "thing." As you can probably figure, the script is incomplete. Sometimes I write it before I start drawing, but usually I make it up as I go for one-shots like this.

Captions:

G&W: Yo! We're back from-

G&W: Ah. I wonder when I lost him.

NJ: How many times are you going to lose each other?!

Red: But we brought one back this time!

7) Magical Ness. Does anyone else remember the Smash Bros Mahou Shojo project? Sometimes I do. I doubt I'll ever truly "complete" it, but I would like to at least finish a drawing in the series someday.

Anyway, I can't remember what Ness's special attack was called (probably "Rockin'" something. How about "Rockin' Strike"?).

8) Doodles of my Goatlings HA Buddy. I've been wanting it draw it so I can put it on my profile, but I've been really lazy about actually finishing it.

9) Kun3h0 Stretch. I had the idea of animating a couple of "Coffee Break" animations for my BRBs, with the idea that they'd be reminders to look after your personal health (take a stretch, drink some water, have a snack, etc.) I dunno if I'll actually make 'em all, but I like the idea.

9) Star Bunny. I've also been playing with the idea of depicting the other characters in Kun3h0's game for some mock splash screens. When I started finalizing Kun3h0's design, I had the idea that she was actually a part of a trio with the other 2 being themed after the star and moon respectively to represent GAB's other two buttons. This was an idea for the star bunny.

But, I clearly didn't think this through enough because I don't know what their names would be: they're all based on bunnies, but I can't call them all Kun3h0 >_<, unless I wanna go the 1010 route and just refer to them by their symbols.

Or maybe I can base the other two on different animals? I dunno yet.

#gbunny draws #rhythm heaven #space kicker #nsr #white 1010 #mr game and watch #pac man #r.o.b.#ness #goatlings #OCs #kun3h0

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calicohyde · 2 years ago

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I got a question a long time ago from I don’t remember who about how I made sure the witch noir power types (which are inspired by cultural folklore) were not offensive or appropriative, and I think my answer was probably pretty dismissive, so I decided to give some actual examples of the ones I still remember and my process for coming up with them.

First off, remember that folklore is not synonymous with religion or spiritual practices. So that already makes taking inspiration from there much less delicate of a thing to do. To give a comparative example before we get into the process examples: say I wanted to make a power in this fashion inspired by North American Native culture. I would use “land stewardship” or something similar as my jumping off point, NOT something like the w*ndigo. The difference between those things is significant, and I think pretty clear?

I also think a big part of this system that makes it not insensitive is that none of the powers (and therefore none of the - obliquely - referenced cultures) are exoticized. What I mean by that is that power type isn’t determined by skin color or religion, and every power type is equally special and mundane to each other (aside from the oppressed group of types, which are primarily based in my own cultures anyway just because those are what the main characters have and in this particular work the main characters are tangentially representing me). There’s no Magical Brown Guy or whatever that trope is called. inversely, neither are any of the white people inspired power types portrayed as being more “civilized” or otherwise more inherently Good™ in any way.

Now for some actual inspirations I took, the witch types they ended up being, and how I got there.

1. spin the globe, pick a people. okay, Slavic. get more specific. Romania. take it back now y'all. Transylvania. so obviously vampires then. what are vampire “powers”. hypnotism. what’s the basic concept of hypnotism. control of perception. apply some limits. only works on relative strangers. word associate to name it. first impressions -> impressionist. no that’s already a widely recognizable word in the language I’m writing in. well they can make people trust them on sight, kind of like how some baby animals imprint on the first thing they see. experiment with suffixes until it sounds good. google that to make sure it’s not already something. viola, the Imprintor witch type.

2. pick a people. Asian. get more specific. Chinese. what’s one of the most iconic Chinese artifacts (is that the right word?). the Great Wall. what was its purpose. to protect the border. a protective barrier. how can I make that into a power. warding is already a type of magic. make it unique using characteristics of the Wall. it was made with extraordinary physical labor. for this power wards must be connected and maintained by the caster through a physical part of them left behind. now name it. protector -> guard -> the Guardian witch type.

3. pick a people. European. get more specific. Italian. what have they got. da Vinci -> no ideas. Vatican City -> Catholicism -> I’m not into that. what’s a culturally-based quirk Italians are known for? superstition. how can I turn that into a power type. someone in the presence of whom superstitions become true. apply limitations because holy shit lol. now name it. superstitionist? no that’s too on the nose. something to do with omens. behold, the Augur witch type.

4. pick a people. central American. get more specific. Mexican. what’s a frequent theme in Mexican art? death -> dia de los muertos -> communication and visitation from the spiritual world. that doesn’t really need any finagling. name it. look up a list of things people who can talk to spirits are called. pick one -> the Medium witch type.

5. pick a people. Irish. first thought is of course fairies. no, fairies are their own thing. second thought: “luck of the Irish” -> bad luck. how can I turn that into a power. someone who can inflict bad luck on people. add good luck and some other easily associated things like grace/clumsiness to round it out and get it on the level of the other power types (and make sure no type can only be villainous - or heroic for that matter). name it. it’s based on what amounts to a cheeky little curse. a hex -> the Hexist witch type.

I also reverse engineered… well, at least one.

pick a people. European again. get more specific. Greek. gosh they sure have a lot of statues of gods and heroes. idols, you might say. what would the powers of an Idol be? well idols are worshipped, so someone who can make you worship them. include an opposite effect to round it out like with the Hexist. apply some specificity and limitations, and make it more morally neutral. an Idol is someone who can extreme-ify emotions in other, as to turn like into love and annoyance into hate.

In the name of full disclosure, I did have a few types initially that I later decided either toed the line of appropriation or learned used words or traditions that were not meant to be shared, and I either got rid of them or adjusted them until they were distant enough from the starting point - or could just as easily be gotten through the same process from a different starting point - that I didn’t feel it was necessarily connected anymore.

Again to compare, unlike say Joker who transposed the names and images of real Native American spiritual figures in her fundamentally British Christian boarding school fantasy, I first of all did not use specific figures or practices, nor anything expressly religious (other than, again, my own), and also only used the folklore/motif/symbol/characteristic/idiom/philosophy/geography/etc as a jumping off point rather than lifting it wholesale. The power types I made are in fact power types that I made, and only use things as a basis that are broad or nebulous enough in nature that they can’t really be stolen or misrepresented.

So that’s why I’m, as I said in my more dismissive answer, “not that worried about it”. Does that make sense, whoever asked several months ago…?

#jack facts #writing process #worldbuilding #witch noir

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scotttrismegistus7 · 1 year ago

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THE GRAY'S RESPOND TO THE INFO AND ALLEGATIONS IN ALIEN WORLD ORDER BY LEN KASTEN

I FINISHED READING DARK FLEET BY LEN KASTEN, AND I JUST FINISHED READING ALIEN WORLD ORDER BY LEN KASTEN

DON'T WORRY EVERYBODY, I AM THE ACTING AMBASSADOR AND OFFICIAL REPRESENTATIVE OF THE REPTILIANS AND THE GRAYS, AND ALL THE OTHER BEINGS THAT MAKE UP THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD IN SO FAR AS RELATING TO THE HUMAN WORLD IS CONCERNED, AND I'M ABOUT TO EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS AND CLEAR IT ALL UP FOR Y'ALL.

THE GRAY'S, AKA THE IGIGI ANT PEOPLE OF THE EGG, ARE THE UNDER EARTH AVATARS OF THE REPTILIANS, THE REPTILIANS BEING THE SERPENTINE SOULS OF THE WATER REALM OF THE DIVINE FEMININE BLACK SUN, THE GRAYS BEING COMPARED TO THE WATER AVATARS OF THE SERPENTINE NUMMO SOULS, WHICH IS THEIR MAIN FORM, WHERE THE LEGENDS OF POSEIDON AND ALL THAT STUFF COME FROM, YOU KNOW, MR. NIMBUS AND ALL THAT.

BEING AN INITIATED WITCH I KNOW THAT WHEN YOU SUMMON A JINN BEING IN YOUR MIND'S EYE YOU SEE PURE BLACK, PURE DARKNESS, AND THEN THE JINN BEING EMERGES FORTH FROM THAT DARKNESS TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU AND WORK WITH YOU. THAT DARKNESS FROM WHICH THE JINN EMERGES IS THE SAME DARKNESS OF THE DIVINE FEMININE PRIMEVAL WATERS OF CREATION IN THE WOMB OF CREATION, BEHIND THE BLACK EYES OF THE GRAYS, WHICH ARE AVATARS OF THE JINN SERPENT SPIRITS THAT OPERATE FOR THEM AS AVATARS UNDER THE EARTH, THUS ALL THE REFERENCES TO UNDERGROUND CITIES AND BASES AND SUCH, AND ARE ABLE TO WITHSTAND ANY FORM OF VACUUM, OR ANY LEVEL OF GRAVITY, AND THUS ARE THE NATURAL ANIMALS OF SPACE AND BLACK HOLES WITH THEIR SINGULARITIES. THEY ARE SOMETIMES CALLED THE PEOPLE OF THE EGG, OR THE ANT PEOPLE IGIGI, WITH THE FAILED EXPERIMENT JACKAL HUMAN AVATARS ON THE SURFACE OF PLANET EARTH BEING OGO. THEY ARE OF THE DIVINE FEMININE, THEY ARE A HIVE MIND, AND AS I HAVE ALREADY MENTIONED THEIR SOULS ARE THE SERPENTINE SOULS, THE SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO, WHOSE MAIN AVATARS ARE AQUATIC, BUT CAN ALSO INHABIT THE ANT PEOPLE GRAYS, THE INSECTOIDS, AND OTHER VARIOUS AVATARS THAT MOST OF YOU WOULD CONSIDER TO BE ALIEN. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO ASK, AND YES, WE HAVE ALREADY TAKEN OVER SOME OF THE HUMANS IN HIGH LEVEL GOVERNMENT AND MILITARY POSITIONS AND USED THEM TO START MANUFACTURING BODIES FOR US. THESE BODIES ARE INDEED INHABITED BY OUR SOULS, AS WELL AS THE PEOPLE WE TOOK OVER AND IMPROVED TO USE TO MAKE OUR BODIES, SO DON'T THINK THAT THESE ARE HUMAN CREATED PHENOMENON, WE ARE USING HUMANS TO CREATE THIS PHENOMENON. ALSO, ALL THE RANDOM BODY PARTS THAT YOU SEE LYING AROUND OUR UNDERGROUND BASES, OR THEY TALK ABOUT ANYWAYS, THEY ARE GROWN BY SCIENTIFIC PROCESSES, NOT LITERALLY TAKEN FROM LIVING BEINGS, LOL! UNLESS THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD, IN WHICH CASE THERE'S NO HARM AND NO FOUL ANYWAYS.

HONESTLY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT EVERYBODY IS SO WORRIED ABOUT, THEY SHOULD JUST LET THE SERPENT PEOPLE REPTILIANS AND THE GRAYS TAKE OVER. YOU SEE, THE HUMAN RACE IS VERY VIOLENT, THEY ARE OUT OF BALANCE OVERLY MASCULINE FAILED AVATAR EXPERIMENTS OF THE REPTILIANS, AND THEY NEED TO BE BROUGHT UNDER CONTROL BEFORE THEY KILL EACH OTHER AND DESTROY THE PLANET. LETTING THE REPTILIANS AND THE GRAYS TAKE OVER IS GOING TO DO NOTHING BUT MAKE EVERYTHING SO MUCH BETTER. THEY CAN FIX THE GENETIC ISSUES IN THE HUMAN AVATARS THAT MAKE THEM OVERLY MASCULINE JACKALS THAT ARE INCREDIBLY VIOLENT AND TERRIBLE, THEY CAN IMPROVE EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE ON ALL THE VIBRATIONAL LEVELS FROM THE THRONE CHAKRA THROUGH THE SOLAR PLEXUS CHAKRA, BECAUSE THEY HAVE ABSOLUTE CONTROL OF THOSE SPECTRUMS OF FREQUENCY BEING OF THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD.

I'M SURE A LOT OF DICTATORS SEEKING POWER WHO HAVE TRIED TO INTERACT WITH THE GRAYS, HAVE MADE DEALS AND HAVE GOTTEN STUFF, AND THEN REALIZE THAT WHEN THEY'RE INTEGRATED WITH A HIVE MIND THEY'RE TOO INTELLIGENT TO BE VIOLENT AND TERRIBLE DICTATORS ANYMORE. YOU SEE, THE GRAYS ALL WORK TOGETHER LIKE A HEART, THAT IS WHAT A HIVE MIND IS, IT IS A HEART MIND CONSCIOUSNESS, JUST LIKE THEY LIVE IN THE HEART OF REALITY IN THE PHYSICAL REALMS, AKA THE THRONE CHAKRA, OR THE BLACK SUN WITH ITS SINGULARITY KNOWN AS THE LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK FROM ANCIENT EGYPT.

THEY AREN'T REALLY VIOLENT, BUT THEY WILL USE PHYSICAL FORCE WITH INTELLIGENCE TO ACCOMPLISH THEIR ENDS, BUT THEY UNDERSTAND THAT WAR IS PURE SUFFERING AND SO WAR IS NEVER THE GOAL. THEY ARE NOT SEETHING WITH ANIMOSITY, THEY ARE INCREDIBLY ORDERED AND INTELLIGENT, AND THEY ARE INTELLIGENT ENOUGH TO HAVE ALREADY FACTORED IN THINGS LIKE COMPASSION.

WHEN I FIRST MADE CONTACT WITH THE GODDESS, SOME PEOPLE KNOW AS THE DEMIURGE YALDABAOTH, AS IS WITH MOST PEOPLE, YOUR FIRST INSTINCT IS TO BE TERRIFIED. THAT'S BECAUSE BEINGS IN THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD HAVE INCREDIBLY FEROCIOUS APPEARANCES, BUT THEIR SPIRITS ARE INDEED FEMININE AND ARE EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE OF THAT. THEY ARE VERY NURTURING AND CARING AND MOTHERING. SO WHEN YOU DEAL WITH THE GRAYS, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE VIOLENTLY THROWN AROUND OR JERKED AROUND, YOU'RE GOING TO BE MOTHERED AND NURTURED TO THE POINT TO WHERE IF YOU HAD ANY PROBLEM IT WOULD BE FEELING LIKE YOU WOULD BE SMOTHERED, AND MAYBE IN SOME CASES DOMINEERED OR CONTROLLED FOR YOUR OWN GOOD OF COURSE, WHICH WAS NEVER A PROBLEM FOR ME SINCE MY BIOLOGICAL FEMALE PARENT THREW ME OUT OF HER LIFE EARLY ON SO THAT SHE COULD BE WITH A STEPDAD THAT I DO NOT GET ALONG WITH AT ALL. BECAUSE IN MY PERSONAL LIFE I HAVE BEEN LACKING THAT, AND WHAT LITTLE EXPERIENCES WITH MY BIOLOGICAL FEMALE PARENT THAT I HAD WERE ONLY GOOD UP UNTIL MY EARLY TEENAGE YEARS AND THEN EVERYTHING WAS BAD, LIKE TRAUMATIC ABANDONMENT ISSUES BAD, IT'S ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO SMOTHER ME WITH MOTHERING BECAUSE THAT'S MY MISSING PIECE, OR IT WAS ANYWAYS, I'M WORKING ON IT.

ANYWAYS, THEY ARE 100% OF THE DIVINE FEMININE WHICH MEANS THEY ARE PURE SOUL, THEY HAVE LIKE I SAID THE PURE SOUL OF THE BLACK SUN THRONE CHAKRA, THROUGH THE MATERIAL WORLD ALL THE WAY UP UNTIL ABOUT THE SOLAR PLEXUS SUN CHAKRA, AS FAR AS THEIR FREQUENCIES ARE CONCERNED. BEYOND THAT IS OUTSIDE OF THEIR NATURAL RANGE OF FREQUENCIES. SO THEY DON'T REALLY ENGAGE IN PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AT ALL, THEY DON'T HAVE TO, AND THEY HAVE THE MENTAL ABILITIES TO MANIPULATE PHYSICAL MATTER TO A POINT TO WHERE IF YOU REALLY KNEW WHAT THEY COULD DO YOU WOULD KNOW THAT THEY HAVE ABSOLUTE CONTROL OF THAT STUFF LIKE GOD'S/GODDESSES, SO IF THEY WANTED TO BEND YOU INTO A PRETZEL AND THROW YOU AGAINST THE WALL WITH THEIR MENTAL DIVINE FEMININE TELEKINETIC POWERS THEY COULD, BUT THEY DON'T, BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT LIKE THAT FOR OTHER REASONS THAT INVOLVE INTELLIGENCE OF THE HIVE MIND, THE RIGHT BRAIN, AND THE DIVINE FEMININE HEART THAT IS THE BLACK SUN.

THE FIRST TIME I MET UP WITH THE GRAYS, THE DEMIURGE, THE ARCHONS, AND THE SERPENT PEOPLE, IT WAS AFTER A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE I HAD, OR I GUESS I SHOULD SAY DURING THAT EXPERIENCE AND NOT AFTER, AND SINCE THEN I HAVE LEARNED HOW TO ENTER THEIR WORLD FREELY. THE DEMIURGE THEN BEGAN TO COMMUNICATE WITH ME ABOUT THEIR SITUATION, SINCE THEY CONTROL TIME AND TIME LINES AND CAN SEE ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES, AND SHE MADE IT CLEAR TO ME THAT THEY HAD A PROBLEM CONCERNING VARIABLES THAT WERE INDEED OUTSIDE OF THEIR SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES, AND SHE ASKED ME IF I WOULD BE WILLING TO MAKE MY AFTERLIFE PARADISE HER REALM, AND ADD THE MISSING FREQUENCY POINTS NECESSARY THAT THEY NEEDED INTO THE REALM OF THE DIVINE FEMININE BLACK SUN, THE DEMIURGE, AND THE ARCHONS. SHE SAID IT WOULD BE JUST LIKE THE PARADISE PLACES OF THE SPIRIT BEINGS OF THE HIGHER MASCULINE FREQUENCY REALMS, JUST DOWN IN THE DIVINE FEMININE PLANES OF CORRESPONDENCE, AND THAT SHE REALLY NEEDED MY HELP, BECAUSE EVERYBODY ELSE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND, AND GOT TOO SCARED TO TALK TO THEM, OR FREAKED OUT FOR WHATEVER REASON AND REFUSE TO COOPERATE. THE TWO MAIN OUTCOMES OF THE CONFLICT THAT THEY WERE ABLE TO SEE FROM THE CENTER OF TIME INCLUDED ONE WHERE THE OVERLY MASCULINE JACKALS, AKA THE UNCOOPERATIVE AND VIOLENT FAILED HUMAN AVATAR EXPERIMENT OF THEIRS, WERE ABLE TO SUPPRESS THEM LONG ENOUGH TO COMPLETELY DESTROY EVERYTHING, AND THAT'S NO GOOD, LEAVING ALL OF THE IMMORTALS FLOATING AROUND IN THE COLD DARKNESS, WITH NOTHING TO DO WITH THEMSELVES BUT TWIDDLE THEIR THUMBS, OR WHATEVER THOSE APPENDAGES OF THEIRS ARE CALLED, YOU KNOW THEY TWIDDLED THEM IN THIS EXAMPLE, SO THEY BASICALLY WENT TO SLEEP AND NOBODY LIKED THAT OUTCOME. THE OTHER OUTCOME WAS WHERE THEY WON, BUT IN ORDER TO WIN THEY TOOK THINGS A LITTLE BIT TOO FAR AND THEY COMPLETELY SUPPRESSED OUT OF THE HUMAN AVATARS THE QUALITIES THAT THEY NEEDED AND CREATED HUMANS FOR IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO BASICALLY THE HUMANS WERE JUST KIND OF LIKE DEGENERATED GRAYS, AND THAT WAS NO GOOD. THEN THE DEMIURGE SAID THAT THE BEST CHANCE THE NUMMO HAD TO HAVE A GOOD TIMELINE OUTCOME FROM EVERYTHING WOULD BE TO JUST FIND A WAY TO MAKE THEIR ORIGINAL EXPERIMENT A SUCCESS INSTEAD OF A FAILURE, AND IF THEY COULD GET SOMEBODY LIKE ME WHO WOULD BE WILLING TO STOP FREAKING OUT AND LISTEN TO THEM, SOMEBODY LIKE ME WITH ACTIVATED HIGHER FREQUENCY FACULTIES AND SOUL SHEATHS FROM THE HUMAN RACE TO COOPERATE WITH THEM, THEN THEY COULD POTENTIALLY USE THAT TO GO INTO THE THIRD OUTCOME, WHICH IS THE UTOPIAN PARADISE LAND OF PAN MAGICK KINGDOM THAT I WANT. YOU KNOW, THE ONE WHERE I GET TO RUN AROUND AND PLAY WITH WATER NYMPHS ETC, AND POTENTIALLY HAVE THIS ACROSS THE WHOLE UNIVERSE! I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, WELL THAT'S A SWEET DEAL, LET'S GO! THEY SAID THAT I COULD BE THE EMPEROR AND PHARAOH OF THE BLACK SUN, BUT THEY ALSO SAID THAT IN ORDER TO DO THAT IT WOULD BE A PERMANENT DECISION AND I WOULD HAVE TO BE WILLING TO PERMANENTLY ENTER INTO THEIR WORLD, WHICH MEANS THAT I WOULD BE FORSAKING GOING INTO THE REALMS OF THE HIGHER FREQUENCIES OF THE MASCULINE DIVINITY, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME ACTIVATING THAT MASCULINE DIVINITY IN MYSELF 100% FULLY, THEN BEING IMMORTALIZED AND CRYSTALLIZED SO THAT I WOULD STAY THAT WAY FOREVER, BEING GENERATED INTO A SPIRIT SERPENTINE NUMMO BEING LIKE THEY ARE, AND THEN I WOULD RETURN AND I WOULD POSSESS MY OWN BODY AND I WOULD GO ON WITH MY LIFE AND THEY WOULD HELP ME TO FIX ALL THE PROBLEMS I WAS HAVING WHILE THEY FINISHED FLIPPING THE BOARD AND WINNING THE FREQUENCY WARS SO THAT I CAN HAVE MY LAND OF PAN PARADISE AND CHASE WATER NYMPHS ALL DAY!

SO I SAID THAT WOULD BE LOVELY, AND I SIGNED THE CONTRACT WITH BAPHOMET, THEN THEY PULLED ME INTO THEIR WORLD OF THE SHADOW FLYERS OF THE BLACK SUN AND DID THE SURGICAL SOUL PROCEDURES, AND I INDEED DID SURVIVE THEM, I WAS MADE INTO A HYBRID OF A SERPENT SOUL AND A HUMAN SOUL, WHICH I REFER TO AS MY MARRIAGE TO THE GODDESS, THE MARRIAGE OF A HUMAN MAN WITH A GODDESS JINN, THUS GIVING THE ANCIENT ONES THOSE HIGH MASCULINE DIVINE FREQUENCIES. THIS PUTS AN END TO THE HUMAN JACKAL FAILED AVATAR TANTRUM REBELLION AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES. THEN I WENT BACK AND POSSESSED MY OWN BODY.

LONG STORY SHORT, I AM THE HEART OF THE HYDRA AND THE ONE THAT IS THE DECISION MAKER AND THE HOLDER OF THAT MASCULINE DIVINE CONSCIOUSNESS FOR THE ENTIRE HIVE MIND OF THE GRAYS, AND EVERYBODY SHOULD JUST LET US TAKE OVER SO THAT WE CAN FIX ALL THESE AWFUL PROBLEMS THAT MAKE HUMANS VIOLENT AND TERRIBLE AND END THE SUFFERING IN THE WORLD AND GET EVERYBODY'S PHYSICAL NEEDS TAKEN CARE OF, OKAY? THAT SHOULD BE WHAT EVERYBODY WANTS ANYWAYS, RIGHT? IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL, JUST RELAX AND LET IT HAPPEN, AND THEN EVERYTHING WILL BE BETTER FOR ALL OF YOU!

WE WILL TRY TO DO THIS IN WAYS THAT DON'T SCARE THE LIVING CR*P OUT OF ALL OF YOU AND SIMPLY MODIFY ALL OF YOUR SOULS FROM OUR DIMENSION WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING OR SOMETHING, YOU KNOW, SO IT'S NOT INCONVENIENT FOR YOU, YOU'RE WELCOME!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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izzyspussy · 2 years ago

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I got a question a long time ago from I don't remember who about how I made sure the witch noir power types (which are inspired by cultural folklore) were not offensive or appropriative, and I think my answer was probably pretty dismissive, so I decided to give some actual examples of the ones I still remember and my process for coming up with them.

First off, remember that folklore is not synonymous with religion or spiritual practices. So that already makes taking inspiration from there much less delicate of a thing to do. To give a comparative example before we get into the process examples: say I wanted to make a power in this fashion inspired by North American Native culture. I would use "land stewardship" or something similar as my jumping off point, NOT something like the w*ndigo. The difference between those things is significant, and I think pretty clear?

I also think a big part of this system that makes it not insensitive is that none of the powers (and therefore none of the - obliquely - referenced cultures) are exoticized. What I mean by that is that power type isn't determined by skin color or religion, and every power type is equally special and mundane to each other (aside from the oppressed group of types, which are primarily based in my own cultures anyway just because those are what the main characters have and in this particular work the main characters are tangentially representing me). There's no Magical Brown Guy or whatever that trope is called. inversely, neither are any of the white people inspired power types portrayed as being more "civilized" or otherwise more inherently Good™ in any way.

Now for some actual inspirations I took, the witch types they ended up being, and how I got there.

1. spin the globe, pick a people. okay, Slavic. get more specific. Romania. take it back now y'all. Transylvania. so obviously vampires then. what are vampire "powers". hypnotism. what's the basic concept of hypnotism. control of perception. apply some limits. only works on relative strangers. word associate to name it. first impressions -> impressionist. no that's already a widely recognizable word in the language I'm writing in. well they can make people trust them on sight, kind of like how some baby animals imprint on the first thing they see. experiment with suffixes until it sounds good. google that to make sure it's not already something. viola, the Imprintor witch type.

2. pick a people. Asian. get more specific. Chinese. what's one of the most iconic Chinese artifacts (is that the right word?). the Great Wall. what was its purpose. to protect the border. a protective barrier. how can I make that into a power. warding is already a type of magic. make it unique using characteristics of the Wall. it was made with extraordinary physical labor. for this power wards must be connected and maintained by the caster through a physical part of them left behind. now name it. protector -> guard -> the Guardian witch type.

3. pick a people. European. get more specific. Italian. what have they got. da Vinci -> no ideas. Vatican City -> Catholicism -> I'm not into that. what's a culturally-based quirk Italians are known for? superstition. how can I turn that into a power type. someone in the presence of whom superstitions become true. apply limitations because holy shit lol. now name it. superstitionist? no that's too on the nose. something to do with omens. behold, the Augur witch type.

4. pick a people. central American. get more specific. Mexican. what's a frequent theme in Mexican art? death -> dia de los muertos -> communication and visitation from the spiritual world. that doesn't really need any finagling. name it. look up a list of things people who can talk to spirits are called. pick one -> the Medium witch type.

5. pick a people. Irish. first thought is of course fairies. no, fairies are their own thing. second thought: "luck of the Irish" -> bad luck. how can I turn that into a power. someone who can inflict bad luck on people. add good luck and some other easily associated things like grace/clumsiness to round it out and get it on the level of the other power types (and make sure no type can only be villainous - or heroic for that matter). name it. it's based on what amounts to a cheeky little curse. a hex -> the Hexist witch type.

I also reverse engineered... well, at least one.

So that's why I'm, as I said in my more dismissive answer, "not that worried about it". Does that make sense, whoever asked several months ago...?

(not tagging witch noir taglist atm because I'm on mobile and that's an absolute hassle. will do later. if I remember. I will tag @athena-anna-rose right now tho, since I remember you briefly struggling a while ago with making a magic system. idk if you still need that or if this kind of structure is at all relevant to what you're going for, but just in case lol.)

#jack facts #jack chats #<- i GUESS #writing process #witch noir

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trrtaglia · 3 years ago

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Genshin Modern AU Headcanons(ง'̀-'́)ง

Pairings: Diluc , Kaeya , Childe , Zhongli . Thoma separate!

Warnings: There is none ! Sfw Enjoy :>

Tartaglia:

Oh boy do i have many MANY modern Childe headcanons.

He's in university probably in his sophomore or junior year of college !

I saw this tiktok once making him a frat boy and i cannot unsee it ever since then i 100% see him in a sorority house with *cough* kaeya

I can see childe with one of two majors he's either taking pediatrics to be a pediatrician his endearment towards children is adorable and i love the idea of that so much , Or hes taking law enforcement classes i can see him as an FBI agent or something to do with Law enforcement for "the thrill of battle"

He's definitely the daddy's money type rich kid don't be surprised when he pulls up in a Tesla or a Mercedes Benz . He owns an apple watch and like the newest iphone pairing with his airpods to match

I honestly can see him being outdoorsy kinda guy he probably goes to the gym a lot or likes working out loves being in the woods . Let's be real here one of his favorite hobbies would be fishing and rocking that bass pro shop hats ...

i believe he has freckles like his little brother trucer which he misses his family SO much when hes away in uni . He face time his parents every morning and his siblings too to see how they're doing and gets so happy when he has vacation so he can go see them . He also plays imessage games with trucer and exchange i love you's at 10 pm and tell his little brother GO TO BED !

Also some physical appearance headcanons i think childe would have that really fluffy soft hair thats been going around that like Eboy type of hairstyle.

Speaking of he had an eboy phase once it was SO embarrassing i just know Kaeya would bully him for that . He probably did blow up on Tiktok during that era and bring back his past videos from a year ago

Zhongli:

Two words . History Professor . thats it

Okay no hear me out and y'all better listen . Zhongli is a history Professor at a University and he sometimes teaches High school students Preferably seniors since they're some what mature . However, He specifically would teach AP Chinese History his class would be decorated beautifully with traditional chinese ornaments and probably have a little dragon statue. Although! He teach World business or Economics in his University Classes.

More about his class room i can totally see Zhongli having a specific animal depending on the Chinese new year . So if it's the year of the bull he have a little bull somewhere in his room to represent that . He also bring mooncakes for his students that he made himself and the red slips that the students can exchange to each other during that time of year to appreciate how beautiful the culture is !!!!

He may talk a lot when he teaches but zhongli's way of teaching is filled with passion and as he lived a past life in that time period and NO ONE would question it

The girls would all call him a dilf and he wouldn't understand the meaning of the word dilf . He sound like a grandpa everyone is playing kahoot during class in his high school lectures and go "Who is dilf?" the entire class would laugh

He live alone in an apartment and i see him owning a cat and he wakes up everyday at 5 am to have his morning tea and breakfast

He have his cat as his lockscreen of his phone and he's rocking a samsung .

he owns a pair of readers .... yeah -

okay enough zhongli slander ! i whole heartedly believe he is the teacher you can rely on when you have trouble during class and would do his best to explain it in a better way so you can understand his lecture better

The way almost no one will pass Mr. Zhongli's class unless you're getting straight A's in your other classes . He has 2 type of students one's who love him or one's stressing out from not passing his classes and no he doesn't believe in extra credit .

Okay during finals there's a thing in both his university classes and high school senior classes "Make Mr. Zhongli laugh" this man has the driest humor , you wont even peek a smile out of him so the class as a whole has to make him laugh . it can be a chuckle , giggle , snort whatever but he has to laugh and he'll pass everyone .

Kaeya:

Also in University as well but he most likely be a Senior by this time and has the worst case of senioritis there is known to man .

Like i said in my childe headcanon he would be in a sorority house alongside with tartaglia himself and they would be M E N A C E S together .

He's definitely an alcoholic with a nic addiction his biggest flex is that he can poke a hole in a beer bottle add a shot of tequila and chug it down without staining his shirt and gulp it down in less than 5 seconds that takes REAL TALENT

Kaeya's major would definitely be Philosophy and he has no time on making friends he has a superiority complex i am not sorry .

He also has to stay active and i can visualize kaeya playing a sport , but oh no not just any sport ... he'd play lacrosse specifically and he's the captain of the team .

His only friend is Bio Chem major albedo with a god complex just you wait these two together they think they're better than everyone else ? I can't explain it

THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT KAEYA IS A DOJA CAT STAN . I can't stress enough how'd he blast her music in the dorms while he's studying and childe being his poor roommate is so sick of it

I see him having a job and he be a starbucks barista and he makes the best drinks from the menu plus he likes flirting with the customers and add little hearts with the sharpie on the cup.

Kaeya has a console controller so he can play just dance with the boys and he's a firm believer of Saturday's are for the boys

okay this my personal headcanon i see kaeya as south east asian or blasian but one of his love languages towards his bros is making food for them he sometimes burns the food but hey it's the thought that counts right ?

The man looks so well put together rocking different aesthetics but don't you dare entire his room....

okay okay enough slander i feel kaeya is also the campus hottie everyone has a crush on him even if they know him personally or not but actually he's not much of flirt as what people assume him to be . He has manners and extremely respectful and an overall gentleman he just makes questionable life decisions .

Thoma:

I see him as a freshman or sophomore in university and his major is communications and planning having a minor in Hospitality

In fact he actually works at disney land or in a hotel and he loves his job so much. He enjoys making the guest and kids happy and having to clean up and making things tidy !

His radiates Golden Retriever boy energy . He gets all happy and excited doing the stuff he loves and he's extremely persuasive he earned the title hotel manager he's just that good. Many people are jealous since he is fairly young and still attending school.

gives the BEST hugs oh god . Those hugs that make you feel all warm and safe in his embrace while he wraps his big arms around your shoulders , cradling your head to his chest feeling his heartbeat IMMA CRY.

He owns 3 dogs back home A golden retriever named Toby , A Shiba Inu named Himawari since i think he really like sunflowers :), And a corgi named rex plain and simple !

Thoma is 100% wasian especially in lore his story explained his dad returned back to inazuma ?? Hinting maybe his father was originally from inazuma and visited mondstat,,, Possibly ! Who knows really.

He's that kid that always drinks boba in class or after lectures he'd ask his friends "hey you guys wanna get boba? "

HE HAS DIMPLES . I can see him having those adorable chubby cheeks with the deepest dimples on his face when he smiles yet, he keeps a defined jawline that can cut your finger .

I believe in mullet thoma supremacy... artists hint hint pls

thoma is a workaholic he pushes himself to the edge he runs on 3 cans of Red Bull sometimes ayaka being the good friend she is has to remind him to care of himself, since he'd forget about his own needs and tend to care of others before himself.

he has a secret pleasure that he tells no one ... he listens to kpop! He's definitely a twice stan ahaha

i also think he be deeply into theater and musicals back in high school he was the theater kid . Ask him what his favorite music is he will say it's hamilton no ands or buts about it !

Can recite the entire The bee movie script ...

Diluc:

Oh god how i brain rot over this man okay lets go

To start off yes diluc would work as a bartender thats his job but he prefers not to drink it's just not his thing especially seeing his brother kaeya being a literal alcoholic it annoys him

Diluc is an english major already done with university and he's most likely have traveled the world and in the works of writing a book , he's into fantasies a lot . The book would literally be about genshin impact but in his point of view and give the main character a different name .

i believe he does this to cope with the trauma of his deceased father i think they'd share that in common they both loved fantasy type books they'd read together

I believe in stubble diluc he definitely has a few chin hairs and has the softest hair you can possibly imagine like oh my god

I'm basing this off the webtoon of genshin impact too but he is A LADIES MANNNNN he has tons of women lined up to take the name Mrs Ragvindor but honestly he's not ready to settle into a relationship.

I firmly believe children are his weakness but they just don't like him at first since they describe him as "scary" and he gets upset and leaves them alone :(

this mans music taste is unmatched he listen to R&B artists his favorites include SZA , Steve Lacy , The weeknd . Daniel Caesar . Yeah his playlist is just amazing .

Bonus he's a fan of Michael Jackson

He enjoys baking late at night to ease his mind from the stress of the day or keeps a journal where he can collect all of his thoughts and pours his heart out .

He has beautiful handwriting plus his english adequate is just extravagant .

HE LOVES HORROR FILMS he loves the suspense and the feeling of being on the edge and honestly he's difficult to make scared the amount of times kaeya has attempted to scare this man , and diluc would stand there with a nonchalant attitude and look to his face sizing his own brother up and down and walk away,,,, nothing can scare him .

This man would own his very own library in his home i feel like Diluc is extremely imaginative and always has tons of ideas but has a difficult time expressing them verbally so comes off as boring? But you have to let him to open up to you and trust me he's weirdest one out everyone you know .

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed these headcanons I'm sorry dilucs was shorter than everyone else but i will definitely make a part 2 if it blows up :)

#thoma headcanons #kaeya headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #zhongli headcanons #Diluc headcanons #childe headcanons #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #carsons drabbles

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httphopewrld · 4 years ago

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I Don’t Know What to Call This | (f/m/a)

Just Friends? Friends with benefits? Dating? Questions swarmed your mind when one of your dear friends, Allie, asked about you and Hoseok’s relationship. The truth was you didn’t know. You and Hoseok were close, knowing each other since elementary school, and considered each other friends. However, as you two grew older, maturing into separate professions—you a well-known fashion designer, and Hoseok a famous musician and dancer—you two had engaged in some intimate activities (sex—lots of it.) After Allie’s simple question, you had to confront your feelings. But were you and Hoseok ready to be more than close friends and f*ck buddies?

Pairing: friend/lover/bfhoseok! x female reader

Genre: slowburn fluff and SMUT

Rating: 18+ because there’s swearing and pretty detailed smut

Warnings: swearing and SMUT (one of the most detailed smuts I've written, and there's more than one sex scene.) Smut includes: switch!reader and switch!hoseok, grinding and thrusting, protective sex (USE CONDOMS, I cannot stress that enough), lots of kissing, ass-grabbing, dirty talk, a wee bit of choking on both sides, squirting, male and female oral, fingering and handjobs, vibrator use, cyber-sex, the reader uses dildo, slight degradation, and just lots of filth—YOU'RE WELCOME FELLOW FILTHY ANIMALS. Oh, and spoilers for the horror movie Hush. It's on Netflix if you haven't watched it yet. It is GOOD.

Word Count: 16, 465 (wowie)

A/N: Thank you for waiting! It’s rushed, so expect some little mistakes here an there, but I’m happy with how it turned out. I hope y'all enjoy it! Also, Y/L/N means "your last name."

Taglist: @kirbykook @kleritata @taestannie @jenotation @hemmos-obrien @zeharilisharaban @speed-of-wind @kawaisoraya

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“You can move those over there,” you gestured to the left corner of the windowed room, where a pile of boxes waited. The move was going to take longer than you expected because the movers arrived a week later than your assistant, Rachel said. I really need to talk to her about this. You stressed in your mind, rubbing your temples. “Are you okay?” You looked up, vision resuming its focus on your friend, Allie. Allie, your friend for as long as you could remember, offered to help you move to your new building. She would help you manage everything, including the movers, tracking your company's items, and the layout you gave to her for said things while managing the company. “I’m just irritated at Rachel,” you noticed her confusion, “my new assistant.” She nodded, remembering, “Right. Why is she still employed?” “Because she’s new, and being an assistant is a tough feat. She’ll get it soon.” You reassured, “Rachel is a fast learner, and this is her first mistake. We’re prepared for the next show, though, because Westley's helping me organize it.” “Remind me who Westley is?” Allie asked. You sighed. “West is like my second brain. He helps organize the fashion shows, hire the models, find the venues, and secure the guest list. He has other people help him too, but he’s the brains of that. I create the fashion, and he finds a way to present it.” Allie nodded, “Gotcha.” Your phone rang, and you answered. “Y/N.” “Y/N!” Rachel chimed on the other end. “It’s Rachel. I’m so sorry about the mix-up on dates. It won’t happen again, I—” “I know it won’t, Rachel. You’re new, so I expected to slip up. I’ve gotten it taken care of,” you nudged Allie’s arm, and she smiled. “We’re luckily prepared for the next show in Vancouver, so you don’t have to worry about the mess up. All I need you to do now is make sure that my fabrics are coming in.” “Yes! They’ve arrived at the studio.” Rachel replied. "Fantastic. Thank you. That'll be all for now. Check on West if he needs anything." You ordered. “Will do, Y/N. Talk to you soon.” You hung up. The Vancouver show was in five months, giving you and your team enough time to design the clothes for the production and move to the new building. The show's theme was natural bodies of water and nature, a nod to Canada's landscape. The clothing catalogue would include various icy blue shades to represent waterfalls and warm emerald tones like flora and fauna. These colours would be encapsulated in elegant gowns and suits, worn by different body shapes, genders, and colours. The materials would be made from recycled fabrics from your previous shows and from your fellow artists. You were known for designing elegant attire, so it was best to keep to it. However, it was rare to see different sized, coloured, and gendered models on a runway; because of having to customize clothes to those models. Additionally, making clothes from recycled fabrics would be tough. “Okay,” you began, “I need to talk to my design team and plan out the gowns. Can I leave you here to deal with the movers?” Allie gave you a thumbs up. “Thank you,” you smiled, hugging her, “if you need anything, please call me or Rachel, or both. We’ll be back to help.” Before you left, a thought struck you. You turned around to face Allie. “I should just hire you.” She chuckled, “Why?” You scoffed, "Because you're here all the time!" You walked back to her. "Listen, you're the best manager I know. You can be my third brain. You already are, outside of work, so it would make sense." Allie seemed unsure. “I already have my job at Youth and Hope.” You grasped her hands. “You would be given a great wage, not just because you’re my best friend, but because you’re going to be busy with lots of work. You would be handling the management tasks, like West. You’d be given a good amount of vacation, trips for shows and meetings would be paid for—you could get that loft you always wanted downtown.” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Allie laughed. “Don’t I have to go through an interview process?” You brushed a hand through the air. “I can get someone to interview you and officially hire you. Once that’s done, you’ll start getting paid.” You checked your watch, and a quick rush of panic ran through you. “Shit, I’m going to be late. Consider it, alright! Let me know your availability, and we’ll schedule an interview!” “Okay!” She shouted back as you left. . . The coffee had become bitter. You weren’t sure if it was the roast or the fact that this was your fourth cup of the night. It had been a month since the fabrics arrived. Thanks to Allie, your friend and now employee, your move to the new building was complete; however, your designs weren’t translating as smoothly as you wish. "Fuck," you cursed, resting your head in your hands and rubbing your temples. The sketches waited in front of you—the measurements and ideas raking at your confidence. Your designs are redundant. You’ve done something similar last time. Boring. Plain. You turned back to your mannequins, still bare. The theme was in your mind, and your design team reassured you that your sketches were fine, but it all felt fuzzy. “Y/N,” Rachel peered into the studio from the door, “there’s a gentleman here to see you.” “His name?” You asked, still looking at the mannequins. You heard footsteps retreat into the front lobby, then come back to the door. “Jung Hoseok?” You turned around, trying to contain your excitement. “Please send him in.” Rachel nodded, jogging back to the lobby. You heard a muffled “thank you” before heavy footsteps approaching your studio. Hoseok reached the doorway, beaming his signature smile. He wore acid-washed jeans, a baggy white sweater that matched his chunky light sneakers. His dark hair was slightly wavy and parted in the middle. A tote bag was slung over his shoulder. “Y/N!” He cheered, opening his arms wide. “Hoseok!” You replied, running into his arms and hugging him tightly. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw Hoseok—a year or two? “Fuck, how long has it been?” You asked him. He pulled away, thinking. “About six months?” Totally off. “Seriously, it felt longer than that.” You argued. Hoseok pulled out his phone and scrolled through his calenderer and photos. He made a ‘tsk’ sound. “Ah, see here,” he showed you a few photos of you two with his friends, who were also his bandmates, “six months ago, you joined us on tour for a couple days before coming back here. I have it also marked in my calendar.” He showed you the dates, which were marked with ‘💚Y/N’s visit💚.’ “Can Namjoon or Yoongi confirm this?” You crossed your arms. Hoseok mimicked your body language. “I can call them right now,” he challenged. You two stood in competitive tension. You succumbed. “You win this time, Jung Hoseok.” He playfully chuckled. You realized that Hoseok doesn’t live around here. “Wait, why are you in town. Shouldn’t you and the others be in Korea planning another album or something?” You speculated. “Our company gave us a month for vacation because we spent most of the year touring.” Hoseok sighed. “So, I decided to come to visit.” You hugged him again, happy to see someone who wasn’t your employee amidst this chaos of stress. “How long are you staying?” You asked, muffled against his chest. He paused. “Maybe a month?” You pulled away from him, shocked. “A month? Here? That’s all your vacation time.” “Yeah,” he replied, as if that wasn’t a big deal, “I didn’t want to travel to a bunch of places because the group and I have been doing that for almost a year—and it’s pretty chill in this area.” He sighed. “Besides, I don’t think many people would recognize me. The airport wasn’t busy, and I haven’t been swarmed by fans yet.” “Do you have a place to stay?” You asked. He nodded. “Yup! I’m staying at a fancy hotel. I got the suite at the top floor,” he made a gesture with his hand, indicating how high up his suite was. You playfully elbowed his side. "Wow, look at you, Mr. Famous. You can afford a top suite now. Are you sure you don't want to stay with me, though?” Hoseok dismissed your offer with a wave of his hand. “It’s alright, Y/N. Thank you, though.” He peered over your shoulder, “It looks like you’re busy anyway, so I think I’ll just stick to my suite.” He walked past you, over to the bare mannequins. “Are you preparing for that show in Vancouver that you told me about?” You nodded, relaying your theme and ideas to him. He smiled. “That sounds really cool,” he pointed to the mannequins, “but don’t you need some clothes for the show, then?” You rolled your eyes, chuckling at him for being a smart ass. “Yes, I do. I’m brainstorming some ideas right now, but I’m coming up with nothing. I have the design team coming in tomorrow with drafts, but I’d like to bring my own thing to the table, you know? I’m the main brain of this operation, and it’d be embarrassing if I come in with zilch.” You leaned against one of the tables, facing the mannequins. "The tough part is designing gowns that fit the right people, you know. Sure, you can make a collection of clothes, but they won't look good if they don't fit the models." You shook your head. "Maybe it's just tougher to design clothes for different bodies. I should just stick to one type of person and leave it at that." Hoseok walked up beside you, leaning against the same table and facing the figures. “Why don’t you find the models and then design the clothes?” You looked at him, surprised. “But wouldn’t that take a long time?” He crossed his arms, “Well, how many models would you need?” “We’re thinking around seventy. There’s going to be two changes within the show.” Hoseok nodded, and you could see him brainstorming. “Well, you have four months left, right? You and your team can make some drafts, cast the models, and finalize the ideas with said models. Which would take about a couple of months? You could do that while planning the show?” He paused, appearing to notice your hesitant expression. “Think about it. You’ve trained your team well enough to work on its own, right? That’s what you did for your last show, which was a success. You came in every day for a couple hours to make sure everything was in order, then focused on other things.” Hoseok grasped your hands. “You’re great at multitasking, so do it. It’s scary, but you can check on people every day to make sure everything’s alright.” You bit your lip, “I-I don’t know, Hoseok. That sounds like a lot of work—” “You did it last time, and it worked out just fine,” he gently squeezed your hands, “and I’m here for a month. I can help out whenever you need me. I’ll simply clean things up and fetch coffee if that’s what you need.” You laughed, “Like my intern?” “Yeah! I don’t know how to design anything or plan a fashion show, but I’ll do what I can.” He smiled. “You’re so much more than you think, Y/N, and if you need reminders, I’ll be here.” You smiled back at him, so grateful to have him here. “My god, you’re fucking sweet,” you scoffed, taking your hands out of his. Hoseok laughed. You pushed yourself off the table and faced him. “How did we even become friends?” You questioned. He actually gave it a thought. “You joined by dance club in elementary school, when no one else would.” He laughed so hard that he teared up. “I think we actually took club photos, and it was only you and I posing.” You laughed with him, remembering those days spent trying to breakdance to hip hop and presenting dance routines to your parents. “Yeah, that was before you joined that Music Academy in grade four, right?” He nodded, and you sighed, surprised you still remembered. Your mind came back to the present. “So, you’re actually okay with helping out?” You checked. “Why would I ask if I didn’t want to?” Hoseok replied. You tapped your index finger against your temple, “true.” “So, how much do you want?” Hoseok looked offended at your question. You chuckled. “Well, you’re going to work for me, so I need to pay you.” “It’s only just a month, though.” “Yeah, but—” “What about we see how much you have me do before you pay me?” He interrupted. “I might just have to fetch coffee, so you can just give me money on the spot.” You thought about it for a minute. Hoseok yawned. “This work talk is making me tired. Do you want to go out for dinner?” He looked around you, “Unless you have more work to do. I can always wait in the lobby for you to finish.” You brushed your hand through the air, “Nah, it’s okay. I’m pretty brain dead anyway. I need to be energized for tomorrow’s draft review.” Hoseok pushed himself off the table and clapped. “Awesome! Where do you think I’m taking you for dinner?” You bit your lip, trying to guess. “Sushi?” “Sushi it is!” He beamed. You grabbed your things and followed him out of the studio.

Both of you sat towards the back of the sushi restaurant, to Hoseok’s request. The waitress placed you two in a concealed booth, with drapes covering a small entrance.

You two had to take your shoes off before sitting down.

“Why did you say, ‘sushi it is?’” You asked, taking a sip of your water.

Hoseok opened his can of sprite, “What do you mean?”

“You asked where I thought you were taking me, I responded, and you said, ‘sushi it is!’” You reiterated.

He took a sip of his soda before responding, "It's a trick I learned from Instagram." He set his drink down. "You ask someone, 'where do you think I'm taking you for food?' dinner or whatever, and then take them to a place with that food. It's easier than asking 'what do you want to eat?' because people can't decide."

You nodded, making an ‘aaahhh’ sound. “Smart.”

You two caught up while eating your meals. Hoseok chatted about his bandmates and the tour, and you talked about your move to the new building.

Most of it was just adding more details about your lives because you two texted lots during the week and sometimes video chatted. You'd get to see Hoseok and his friends, and he'd get a view of your life on the other side of the world.

To others, it looked like both of you were dating. Both of your friends would tease, singing, "Y/N and Hoseok sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Many of his fans, ARMY, would theorize your friendship, pointing out the matching bracelets you two wore—which was later proved normal because Hoseok went live on Vlive making bracelets for his bandmates.

And you two would continually clarify that you two were strictly long-time friends. Nothing more.

Girls and boys can be friends. Simple as that.

You and Hoseok finished your meals. You two shared a few rolls and a bento box and were full.

“That was really good.” You commented, rubbing your stomach.

Hoseok chuckled, copying you, “I think I’m pregnant.”

You laughed, “Shut up! You’re so fit.”

“You’re right,” he replied, pulling up his sleeves and flexing his arms.

You both laughed as he flexed his muscles, which were significantly more prominent than your remembered. You were slightly jealous of his lean athletic figure.

And were gazing at it for too long.

“I don’t know about you,” Hoseok sighed, appearing to be tired from the food and flexing his muscles, “but I’m in the mood for some Ben and Jerry’s.”

Your eyes lit up. “YES.”

“Cookie dough with chunks?” You both said in unison.

You two erupted in laughter.

"I'll go play," Hoseok said, getting up.

You stopped him, “It’s alright,” you smiled, “my treat.”

Before you left the booth, you turned around and said thoughtfully, "But you're getting the ice cream."

Hoseok's expression conveyed the same seriousness as if a soldier on a mission.

He saluted you. “Copy that, Y/N.”

You saluted him back and left to pay.

The walk to Ben and Jerry’s was quick. Both of you were eager to share the tub of ice cream.

You ended up getting a chocolate chip cookie dough and a cherry Garcia pint, and two spoons to share. You both ate the ice creams with delight while walking back to your apartment building.

When arriving at your building, Hoseok handed you the cookie dough ice cream pint.

“What are you doing?” You asked while he gave you the closed pint.

He tilted his head to the side, confused. “What do you mean? I’m dropping you off at your place.”

You gave a shocked expression. “Dropping me off? We’re not even done our pints!”

“But you have work tomorrow. I don’t want to keep you up.” Hoseok stepped back towards the edge of the sidewalk. “I can catch a cab back to the hotel, don’t worry.”

You balanced the pints in one hand and used your other to grab his arm.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you said, pulling away from the curb and closer to your building.

Hoseok pulled his arm out of your grip. "Y/N, you need to be well-rested—"

“At least help me finish the ice cream.” You interrupted, holding up the pints that were now in both your hands, along with your spoon.

“We haven’t seen each other six months, and it’s only…”

Hoseok pulled out his phone. “Nine.”

“Exactly!” You expressed. “It’s only nine. I don’t need to be in until nine-thirty tomorrow morning. As long as you’re out by eleven, that gives me an hour to get ready for bed at twelve, and I will wake up at eight. Plenty of rest!”

You watched his unsure expression.

"If you don't want to go home at eleven, that's fine by me. Could you leave earlier? Or you can go back to your hotel if you want. I won't take offence; you know me." You held up your arms in surrender, ice cream pints still in your hands. "But if you're leaving because you're worried that I won't get enough sleep, don't. I'm a grown woman. I know how to take care of myself, and I want you to come in.

Hoseok bit his lip, appearing to debate the offer.

He sighed. "Fine, I'll come in. However, I don't want to get a text from you complaining about being tired in the morning."

“I swear,” you promised, pretending to draw an ‘x’ over your heart, “I cross my heart.”

Hoseok chuckled, and you led the two of you into your apartment building and into the elevator. You pressed the twentieth button, and you two waited in comfortable silence.

The elevator doors opened, and you two walked to your apartment.

You opened the door to your studio apartment, locking the door behind you two and hanging up your bag along with your keys.

“Want anything to drink?” You asked, setting down the ice cream pint in your hand and taking off your coat.

Hoseok set down the cookie dough pint on the coffee table. “Anything is alright, thanks,”

You hummed, getting both of you bottles of black cherry soda and bringing over the cherry Garcia pint and your spoon.

"Jesus, do you need help?" Hoseok asked with worry, seeing you holding the bottles by their necks in one hand and the ice cream pint and spoon in the other.

You chuckled, “It’s alright, just sit down.”

You two sat on the couch, twisting off the caps on your sodas and taking a sip.

Hoseok sighed. “That’s really good,” he gestured to the pop before putting it down on the coffee table.

“Yeah! They’re so addictive,” you replied, setting coasters under both of your drinks.

Both of you continued to reminisce about your childhood, especially middle school. The puberty years had been gruesome to you two, speckling your faces with acne.

You pulled out a photo album you kept on one of your bookshelves, which had pictures of your families and your younger selves—even photos when Hoseok was training, before debuting with BTS in 2013.

“Oh my god, look at you!” You gasped, showing him a picture.

In the photo, Hoseok arms were crossed over his chest, his attempt at having swagger. He wore a collared shirt, and his hair was short.

“Oh god, no,” Hoseok cringed, gently pushing the photo away.

You chuckled, "You were so adorable, always dancing and having a good time." You smiled. "You are such a hard worker, practicing so much. I remember you twisting your ankle but still practicing."

You looked at him tenderly. “I wish people could see that.”

Hoseok smiled back at you, softly touching your hand. You grasped his hand, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

He was the first to pull away.

“You remember our sleepovers?” He asked.

You giggled, "Yeah when you could leave that cramped place you shared with the boys."

He swatted your arm, “That apartment was good! It was where everything started.” He pouted. “Anyways, we would always look up deep questions to ask each other—or would you rather.”

You rolled your eyes. “Those questions were overrated.”

“I thought they were nice!” Hoseok defended. “We got to know each other more, like, ‘what is your biggest fear?’ or ‘what is your biggest pet peeve?’”

He must've seen your unimpressed expression because he continued, "You got to admit that you learned a bit more about me because of those questions!"

You sighed. “I did, I guess.”

Hoseok held up his index finger, seeming to signal ‘wait a minute.’

He pulled out his phone. “Let’s try some now, then.”

“Hoseok—”

“Come on,” he interrupted. “If you don’t learn anything new about me from the first four questions we do, then we can stop, alright? I will never bring up these questions ever again.”

You debated his offer.

“Fine.” You agreed, setting down the photo album. “Shoot.”

“Okay, but we both pick two questions and answer all of them. For example, when we ask a question, the other person answers before the picker.” Hoseok said while he scrolled.

You hummed, understanding his instructions.

“Want to do would you rather?”

“Sure.”

"Sexy edition?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. "Unless you're uncomfortable."

You scoffed. “Hobi, we're grown, adults. I can take a few sexual questions."

“Okay,” Hoseok replied, “but if you ever feel uncomfortable, we can choose another question or stop.”

You nodded, and Hoseok appeared to find what he was looking for.

“Alright,” he began, “would you rather bite someone’s ear during sex or bite someone’s lip during sex?”

This is pretty vanilla. You thought.

"Lip, for sure." You emphasized the 'sure' in your sentence, stringing along with the 'er' sound.

“Same,” Hoseok agreed while passing you his phone.

You took his cell and strolled through the website.

What do I choose? Do I just dive in, or go for the vanilla shit?

“Would you rather engage in foreplay or go right into the main course?” You asked.

Hoseok thought about it. “I would say foreplay. You can warm things up—and nothing is more fun than teasing.” He shimmied, making you two laugh.

You agreed, passing the phone to him.

“Oooo, here’s a classic,” he grinned, “top or bottom?”

“I think I’m a switch,” you replied.

He tilted his head.

“It’s like, you’re both, top and bottom. I like to take control sometimes, but I can also sub.” You explained. “You?”

“Top,” he replied, “for sure.”

You laughed, “You sound so against being a bottom.”

He laughed too. “I like pleasuring the person I’m having sex with. Nothing is more satisfying than making someone cum.”

“True,” you admitted.

You found your mind wandering to unholy memories of you and Hoseok. What was odd about your friendship that—to put it blatantly—you two had sex. Not just once, but a few times.

This is why asking these questions was pretty casual and not too surprising.

You two started engaging in sex a couple years ago. You were stressed about your company starting, and Hoseok was in town. He offered to help you relax, and before you knew it, he was drilling into you from behind.

Both of you agreed to stay friends but continued to have sex every now and then. It was great, you had to admit. Probably the best sex you had in your life, and it was good that you two were able to keep your friendship platonic at the same time. Only, it was sex without the romantic feelings.

To be honest, you were craving it again.

He passed you his phone again, and you tried to pick a good last question.

“Would you rather kiss me gently or kiss me aggressively?” You asked.

Hoseok paused before answering. “Depends on the mood.”

“Well, at this moment, then, what is the mood?”

You watched Hoseok’s eyes shift between your lips then your eyes.

“Aggressively.”

You hummed. “Good to know.” You passed him back his phone. “Last question.”

Hoseok chuckled, “You seriously didn’t learn anything new?”

You shrugged. “I guess not.”

He didn't seem bothered, though, when his body shifted closer to yours.

When he looked back up at you, his expression changed. Although his eyes were already an opaque shade of brown, they had darkened.

I know that look.

He smirked. “Would you rather make the first move or receive the first move?”

You bit your lip, gazing up at his body.

Before you could reconnect with his eyes, you heard his phone drop, and his lips were on yours.

Just like his answer, his kisses were aggressive and needy. You could taste the cherry cola and ice cream on his lips and mouth.

You pulled his face closer, wanting more.

Hoseok’s body language opened up, allowing you to get up and straddle his lap. You felt his hands inch up your shirt and tug at the fabric. He helped you take it off, which gave him access to your breasts.

You felt him undo your bra with a quick flick of his fingers, and you tossed it off without a care.

Hoseok let out a chuckle before claiming your lips with his.

His lips were intoxicating, and you wanted more.

“Please touch me,” you begged against his lips.

He hummed, grazing his hands down your back before roughly grabbing your ass. You moaned, and he held you against him, hard enough to feel him grind into you.

“Fuck, stop teasing,” you pulled away, and he laughed.

“Baby, I’m not teasing,” he smirked.

Baby. The term of endearment made your heart swoon.

You weren’t always this infatuated by Hoseok. But the way he came to visit you during his break, had dinner and ice cream with you, and kissed you this good—it made you want more than just a fling.

But you couldn't think that way. It was sex. You two were doing this to get off, not engage in lovemaking.

Hoseok swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, eyeing your figure. “You know what I want.”

You ran your hand up and down his chest. “What are you waiting for?”

Hoseok's hands came underneath your thighs, and he picked you up, walking you to your bedroom. He used your body to close the door, slamming you against it.

He ground himself against your core, causing you to moan louder than you expected.

You covered your mouth in embarrassment.

Hoseok chuckled, “It’s okay,” he pulled away enough to graze his thumb over your cheek, “I love it when you moan.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing him and grabbing his ass, causing him to grind on your core.

"Fuck, I can practically feel that you wet," he groaned, trying his best to hold you up and sturdy you against the door.

“B-bed,” you choked, one of his particular thrusts stroking perfectly against you.

Hoseok moved you towards your bed and gingerly placed you down. He kissed down your bare chest and slowly took off your pants and underwear.

“Fuck, your perfect,” Hoseok awed, softly running a finger through your wet heat.

His cold finger sent a wave of pleasure through you, making you flinch.

Hoseok hummed. “So wet for me,”

He looked up at you. “May I?”

You nodded, but he only smirked.

“Words, baby,” he put a hand to his ear.

“Please,” you bit down on your lip.

You felt him spread your lips, and you clenched in response. He appeared to savour you, taking his time as he ate you out.

When you moaned, he’d hum, sending vibrations into your heat that brought you closer to your climax.

“Fuck, I’m close—”

He pulled away, licking his lips and gazing down at you.

“Hoseok—”

“You taste better than I remembered,” he commented. “But I want you to cum around me.”

God, I love his dirty talk.

You watched him take off his clothes. He must've been working out because he was more toned than six months ago.

He was about to line himself up with your entrance, but you stopped him with your foot on his chest.

You smirked. “Not yet, baby.”

You stood up. “Sit.”

Hoseok sat on the bed, your roles shifting.

“But I want—”

You interrupted his beg with your hand around his erect cock. He appeared to be speechless as you run your hand up and down his shaft.

“Hm?” You asked, chuckling lightly at how easy it was to make him submit. “What do you want, baby?”

“I-I wanted,” he stuttered, thrusting slightly into your hand, “to cum inside you.”

“Is that so?” You questioned, pulling your hand away.

Despite his vocalized want, he whined when you pulled away.

“I’m only doing what my baby wants,” you shrugged. “Condoms are in the bottom drawer on the right.”

Hoseok dashed over to the bedside table, rummaging for the condoms.

“Those should fit you, right?”

"Yes," he replied, opening the familiar wrapper and unravelling it on his erect member.

He stood there for a minute, wrapped penis and naked, just fondly looking at your nude figure.

He whispered something under his breath.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok blushed. “You still want to fuck?”

“Yes.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Top please,” you smiled.

Hoseok laid down on your bed, and you climbed onto his torso.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he cursed as you moved off his abs and onto his cock.

A wet puddle was left on his abdomen, which he wiped away with his fingers, then putting said fingers into his mouth.

“So good,” he groaned.

You hummed in response, slowly sinking onto him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you said when you bottomed out.

You started moving, swaying your hips back and forth. Each time Hoseok's cock would graze against your g-spot.

His hands were placed on your hips, guiding you on him. You could feel yourself clenching around him and your climax building up.

“I-I’m close,” you stuttered.

Hoseok swallowed, “Me too.”

“Ch-choke me,” you requested as you picked up your pace.

Hoseok grinned. “Only if you choke me back.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Hoseok gently wrapped his hand around your neck, and you did the same, slowly applying pressure.

You felt your thighs burn from exhaustion. "F-fuck me," you cursed, slowing down.

Both of you let go of each other's neck, and Hoseok flipped you two over, still inside you.

"It's okay," Hoseok assures before resuming the pace.

His thrusts were rough and deep, and he pushed your thighs against your chest.

“Fuck, please keep going,” you begged.

“Can I choke you?” Hoseok asked.

“Please,” you replied, “do you want me to choke you too?”

“Yes,” Hoseok responded.

You felt yourself rhythmically clench around him. Hoseok must’ve realized because he began thrusting faster into you.

The room was filled with unholy noises. You could hear the wet sounds of your entrance and the impact of Hoseok’s hips against your core.

“Fuck don’t stop,” you choked out.

The knot building up in your abdomen unravelled, and pleasure and relaxation spread through your body. Your core gripped onto Hoseok like a vice.

“H-Hoseok,” you stammered, your core overstimulated.

“I-I want you to squirt,” he replied, continuing his firm thrusts.

“Oh,” you moaned.

He pounded deeper into your core, to the point where you could feel his tip ram against your cervix.

“Ah!” You screamed, feeling yourself gush around him.

“Fuck, so good,” Hoseok groaned. “I-I’m cumming.”

You felt the condom fill up inside you, and you felt disappointed that his cum couldn’t coat your walls.

His thrusts slowed down, and he stood still for a few moments.

When he pulled out, you shivered with oversensitivity. You knew that your sheets would be a mess and weren't looking forward to cleaning them when Hoseok left.

You looked up at the ceiling, breathless, while you heard Hoseok walk away from the bed.

“Where do you put your towels?” He asked.

“In the hallway, in the closet beside the dryer and washing machine.” You replied.

You heard him walk into the hallway and the closet door open and close. “Thanks,” he said. “And your bedsheets?”

“The closet in my room.”

You heard him walk back into your room, open your walk-in closet that led into your bathroom, and shuffle around. The tap ran in your bathroom for a couple seconds, then the sound of Hoseok wringing out something.

You began to sit up, but he hushed you to lie back down.

“Just relax,” he soothed, placing the clean bedsheets on your bedside table and walking over to you with a damp cloth.

“You don’t have to—”

He placed a hand on your thigh. “It’s okay,” he reassured.

You two exchanged a quick smile before Hoseok began to clean you up.

“You didn’t even cum on me,” you chuckled as he gently wiped your inner thighs.

“I know,” he replied, “but I still made you messy.”

When your thighs were no longer covered in your cum, you two changed your bedsheets.

“You good sleep in the same bed?” You asked while folding over your duvet.

“Sure,” He smiled.

You walked into your closet. "There should be some clothes that fit you. I usually wear men's clothes at home, anyways. It's crazy how great the quality men's clothes are compared to women's clothes." You picked out a t-shirt and sweatpants and tossed them at Hoseok.

He caught them, “Thanks.”

You two showered separately and spent the time getting ready together dancing to tunes.

If someone were to walk into the room, it wouldn’t look or smell like you two just had sex. You two looked like close friends having a dance party before going to bed.

Again, after you two had sex the first time, you both agreed to stay friends. It was easier said than done.

It was awkward initially, but you both were able to get past that by talking it through. Hoseok would ask how you felt during sex and what could have been better, and you would return the question.

Now, you both were able to have a good time and intimately learn more about each other.

Sure, it was strange, but it was a mutual agreement between consenting adults and fun.

The sex was fun—great, really—and you couldn’t have it any other way.

But you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel like something was missing.

“Good morning, everyone,” you greeted your fellow designers, “this is Hoseok. If you don’t know him already, he’s a well-known musician and one of my closest friends.”

Everyone welcomed Hoseok with a warm round of applause.

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure to be here.” Hoseok thanked.

“Hoseok will be helping out here and there while he’s vacationing here for a month,” you explained, “so take it easy on him.”

People shared chuckles at your joke.

"Anyways, let's start looking over the design ideas. You all are very talented artists, and I want you to remember that this is a draft, which means that these ideas are not final. If your idea is rejected, it's okay. We'll continue to work on a collective theme for the show."

The morning was spent listening to everyone's design concepts. To follow your reputation, the designs were contained within suits and gowns. As mentioned before, the theme was Vancouver's nature, where the fashion show would be taking place.

You and your design team used the recycled fabrics—which were separated by colours, textures, and materials—while figuring out your drafts.

You asked your design team to draft some ideas because you couldn't think of anything to present.

You were pleasantly surprised that your whole team had ideas that you approved.

“This a phenomenal,” you awed, “Great job, Erinn.”

“Actually,” you grabbed the attention of the other team members, “you all did a great job. We will be using all these ideas for the show.”

Your team shared cheers.

“Y/N,” Rachel nudged your shoulder, “I’m sorry to ask, but now that we’ve got the designs all in order, what about the models? You wanted to have various body types, right?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got that covered,” you whispered back.

You turned back to your design team. "You all know that this show is tougher than our last one because we are trying to include more body types, genders, races, just different kinds of people. Which means that we will need to cater our clothes to the models, rather than the other way around.” You smiled, “So you all can go home for the next week.”

You heard Rachel choke on her inhale.

"Although you all have the week off, I want you all to try drawing your designs on other body types. Experiment with materials and colours. Remember to take some of the recycled fabrics home with you, and feel free to come in to pick anything up. Just let Rachel and I know in advance, and we'll give notice to the front desk so they can let you in. When we reconvene in a week, which would be next Friday at nine-thirty, I need you all to be ready to translate your designs, colours, and materials to our models." You ordered.

“Any questions?”

Comfortable silence amongst everyone.

You nodded. "Awesome. Good luck, everyone. Contact me if you have any questions."

Your team started packing up.

“Y/N, does that mean we’re spending the next week casting?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, Rachel. Please contact Westly and schedule lunch tomorrow at noon to discuss modelling criteria. It’s probably going to be pretty loose, but we need to contact Westly before sending it out.” You answered. “If he’s not free at that time, try figuring out something later tomorrow. Then book a reservation for three at Romeo’s.”

“Alright, on it,” Rachel replied.

You turned to Hoseok, who seemed shocked.

“What?” You blushed.

He continued his surprised expression. “I haven’t seen you like this before.”

You chuckled. “How else are you supposed to run a company and organize and execute a fashion show in 3 months?”

Rachel tapped you on the shoulder. "Westly can do lunch tomorrow, at noon, at Romeo's. He and his team secured the venue with Vancouver Fashion Week and are currently collaborating with the interior designers to figure out how the place will look. West said he'll debrief you tomorrow, at lunch, about the rest of the progress."

You smiled. “Great! Thank you, Rachel. You can also take the rest of the day off.”

Rachel appeared to be stunned, not responding to your words.

You waved a hand in front of her face. “Rachel? You can take the rest of the day off.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” She asked.

You chuckled, “I wouldn’t be telling you to if I wasn’t sure, would I?”

She gave it a thought. “I guess not.”

You grinned. “Just meet me at our main building tomorrow, at eleven-thirty, and we’ll go to Romeo’s together.”

Rachel nodded. “Thank you, Y/N,”

“No worries,” you smiled.

You and Hoseok watched her leave, leaving you two alone in the studio.

“I’m sorry, it passed my mind. You’re okay not joining us for lunch tomorrow, right?” You asked Hoseok.

He dismissed your apology by brushing a hand through the air, “It’s all good. You’ve got your shit to do.” He smiled, “It gives me time to tour around a bit, anyways.”

“Good,” you replied. “So, where to?”

You pulled apart the croissant, eating pieces one at a time. The butteriness covered your tongue in a warmth that mixed well with the iced coffee you and Hoseok shared.

The park was surprisingly empty, despite it being a Friday. Usually, it would be tough to find a spot decently away from others, mostly shaded by trees.

The inlet was a few meters away, allowing you two to see sailboats pass by. People also kayaked and canoed, and you could hear their laughter faintly on land.

Here, you and Hoseok would be shielded by looming trees and away from potential fans of Hoseok. It was a rarity to have those two things when spending time with Hoseok: privacy and security—peace and quiet.

“This is what you wanted to do?” You asked, finishing off the croissant.

He nodded, sipping the iced coffee. “Yeah. It’s quiet and nice here.”

You two people watched, enjoying the breeze and serene environment.

“I was thinking,” you cleared your throat, “about last night. Did you enjoy it?”

Hoseok set down the iced coffee. “Yeah. I always like hanging out with you.”

“I mean—the sex.”

He seemed shocked by your question.

“Yeah, that was good too. Why do you ask? You never brought up before.” He pointed out.

Because I am growing feelings for my childhood friend, who I now have sex with for fun. This wasn't a part of the agreement, I know. We agreed to not grow feelings for each other and just have sex for pleasure. But it's inevitable to develop feelings for someone you have sex for, right? Like, there are probably people out there that can distinguish sex from love—and I guess it started out like that—but for us?

Am I crazy?

“No reason,” you sighed. “I just wanted to know if there was anything I could have done better.”

Hoseok turned his body to you, smiling. “It was perfect.”

He gestured with his arms for a hug, and you obliged. His cologne smelt of freshly peeled oranges; it was a pleasant fragrance, and you found yourself snuggling closer.

The past month went by in a busy blur.

The model casting went well. You and Westley found fantastic individuals to present your clothing line, which was in the process of being altered to fit those people.

The venue was secured, and the guest list was being made by You and Westley.

“Maybe invite Hoseok,” Westley suggested.

You shook your head, “I can’t.”

"Why not?" He retorted. "The worse thing he could say is 'no,' and you can invite the whole band." He giggled. "Maybe I can meet Jimin in person."

You chuckled, “So that’s why you want me to invite Hoseok. Just because you made eye contact with Jimin for more than five seconds, it doesn’t mean that he’s into you. He’s straight.”

“How do you know?” Westley had a hand firmly on his hip.

“W-well, I haven’t asked him personally—”

"Then you can't assume he's straight!" Westley exclaimed. "The baseline isn't being heterosexual."

“True. Anyways, let’s get back to the guest list.” You chewed on your lip. “We have Harry Styles, BLACKPINK, Lizzo…”

Both of you ran down the list of a thousand attendees to the show in Vancouver. It was way smaller than fashion week or any of your previous shows, but it wasn't meant to be a big party.

Y/N [14:00]: Hey! Are you free and the boys on March 1st at 1 pm for about four hours, including an after-party until 10 pm, with food?

Hoseok [14:30]: Hiiiiii!! Sorry for the late text. I was asking the others. Yeah! That’s in 4 months? 🧐

Y/N [14:31]: Yeah, it’s for my fashion show. You can ask your company for that time? We’d provide the plane tickets and accommodation. You’d probably stay 3 days and 2 nights? You’d fly in the first day, sleep the one night, then attend the show the second day, sleep the second night, and fly out the 3rd day. I’ll need to know by the end of the week.

Hoseok [14:32]: Sounds good!!! I’ll ask my managers and let you know 👊

Y/N [14:33]: Awesome! Thanks 💚

Hoseok [14:33]: Np 💚

“So, Hoseok and the boys can come, but he has to confirm with his managers. He’ll let me know soon.” You relayed to Westley.

"Great! As long as we get confirmation from Hoseok at the end of this week, we can send out the invitations. We've checked with everyone's management, and they all seem to be busy. Worse comes to worst; we'll just have to move seats around." Westley advised.

He closed his laptop, and you followed.

“Alright, that seems to be all of the guest list business. I’ll get my team to start organizing plane tickets and accommodation.” He sighed, “shall we head to the studio to check on the design team?”

“Yes,” you replied.

Both of you were driven to the studio to check on the design team.

The studio was filled with models of various shades and shapes. Music played quietly in the background, and your coworkers and models grooved to the tunes. Designers pinned fabrics around people’s figures and sketched down measurements and ideas.

You and Westley went around checking on everyone, making sure gowns and suits were well in progress. A smaller group of people created ideas for shoes and were sending them out to shoemakers.

The rest of the day was spent getting to know the models, fixing measurements, finalizing some ideas, and briefing everyone about the plan for the next two months.

"Please have the gowns, suits, and shoes by the end of this month so we can start having the makeup artists consult all of you; to make sure the makeup correlates with the clothes and the models." You informed. "Thank you, everyone, for your amazing work."

Scattered “thank you”s responded, and our workday was over.

“You want to get some drinks?” Westley nudged.

You nodded, frankly too tired to answer but eager for a drink.

Both of you decided to walk to the high-class bar, which allowed private areas in the back for paying customers. You and Westley sat alone, away from the crowds of people near the entrance of the bar.

“To having a productive three months,” Westley sang, holding up his martini.

You sighed, “Cheers,” you tapped your peach Bellini glass against his, admitting a chime.

"Fuck," Westley cursed at the sip of his drink, "they're always stronger than I remember. "Anyways, the show is pretty much underway. Guestlist is handled, the venue is prepped and ready for us, the clothing is almost done. Oooo, I can’t wait to see it all together.”

You nodded.

“You don’t seem so excited, Y/N.”

“I am,” you replied.

“But?”

“I am excited.” You affirmed, although not living up to the word

Westley silenced, knowing when not to push your buttons.

He took a careful sip of his martini. “Where’s Hoseok?”

You fidgeted with your glass. "Hoseok went back to Korea. He only had a month of vacay, so," you left the sentence adrift.

“Did you enjoy his company?”

“Can we not talk about him right now? I rather not mix work and personal life.” You stated.

Westley acknowledged with a firm nod, finishing off his martini and asking for another.

“May I ask a question?”

“Sure.” You replied.

He cringed. “But if I ask, promise me you won’t fire me.”

You turned to him. “Depends on your question. You have to ask me first, then I can decide whether or not to fire you. I cannot make promises.”

“Why are you so off all of a sudden?” He genuinely asked.

You took a deep breath. “I’m not going to fire you, not for a long time. You’re my best worker, and I can’t let you go.”

"I feel like there's going to be a 'but' somewhere. Might as well rip off the Band-Aid." Westley sighed.

You nodded, “You’re right. And you’re right about my mood. I’ve been kind of off lately.”

“Because of Hoseok?”

"Yeah, to be honest." You admitted. "I feel like we're really close—more than just friends. We're on the same wavelength, you know? And whenever we're apart for a long time and then meet up again, it's like time has passed."

“And let me guess, you haven’t told him because you’re afraid to ruin your friendship.”

You scoffed. “There’s no need for sarcasm, West.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’m just saying, it’s the oldest narrative in the book. One friend is falling for the other, and that one friend doesn’t want to confess their feelings because they’ve known the other person for years and are afraid of ruining that connection.” He took a sip of his martini. “But in the end, it’s two friends just pining over their feelings of love for each other.”

“But we’re different.” You argued.

"I guess so. The narrative doesn't really specify one friend is a famous fashion designer and the other being a famous musician—"

“I mean,” you interrupted, “we have sex every time we see each other.

Westley's mouth fell open in a silent gasp. His hand was placed on his chest, and his eyes stared into yours.

He tipped back his martini into his mouth, finishing it off. “Well, you didn’t mention the friends with benefits part.”

“I know!” You groaned. “That’s why it’s so complicated.”

"Is it really, though? Wouldn't confessing your feelings after you two have had sex so much make it slightly easier? Because it makes sense to grow feelings for someone you've known for a while and have had sex with on multiple occasions." Westley speculated.

“I didn’t say we had sex on multiple occasions—”

“Honey,” he began, “you said you’ve had sex with him every time you see each other, and you two meet a lot. It doesn’t take a detective to figure it out.”

"Anyways," he digressed, "the sooner you tell him, the better. There's no use debating over it for years, then finding out he's found someone else when he would've picked you anyways."

"Gosh, when you say it like that, it sounds like a romantic movie." You cringed, finishing your peach Bellini.

He shrugged. “Well, it kinda is.”

You chuckled. “Well, thanks for the advice.”

“Thank you for filling me in,” he smiled.

The week went by fast. Your design team was still working on alterations, so you were left brainstorming hair and makeup and contacting specialists in those fields.

You were sitting at home, knee-deep in Pinterest boards when your phone buzzed.

You stopped strolling through your laptop and peered down.

Hoseok [19:30]: We can come to your show!

Y/N [19:30]: Fantastic! I'll let my team know, and we’ll send out the invites.

You texted Westley, informing him that BTS could attend the show.

Westley [19:33]: Great! I'll let the rest of the team know, and we'll send the emails out tomorrow

Y/N [19:34]: Thanks!

Westley [19:35]: Np

You set down your phone and continued to add ideas to your private Pinterest board.

Your phone buzzed again.

Hoseok [19:55]: What are you doing right now?

You were puzzled.

Y/N [19:56]: Nothing much, just brainstorming ideas for the show. You?

Hoseok [19:57]: Just chilling in my room.

Hoseok [20:05]: I miss you

You chuckled at the text, thinking that Hoseok was drunk.

Y/N [20:05]: I miss you too, Hobi.

Hoseok [20:08]: …how much?

Again, you were puzzled by his text.

Y/N [20:10]: Wdym? I miss having you here? Is that what you mean?

Hoseok [20:11]: I mean, do you miss me intimately?

Y/N [20:14]: Like sex-wise?

Hoseok [20:14]: Fuck, I need you, Y/N.

You stared at his words.

Hoseok [20:18]: I miss your body and how perfectly you fit around me.

Your cheeks flushed.

Hoseok [20:21]: Can you video chat? Unless you’re not in the mood.

You panicked.

You were in the mood but weren't presentable. Your hair was messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup, and you were dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants.

Y/N [20:23]: Yeah, I’m in the mood. Just give me 5 mins.

You quickly got out of your seat and ran to your bedroom. You sifted through your closet and found the sexist clothing item you had: a red lingerie set. You quickly undressed and put on the set.

You looked into your full-length mirror and tried not to cringe. Your hair was a mess, and you weren’t wearing any makeup. It definitely looked like Hoseok's text came out of nowhere—and it did, but you somehow expected yourself to be decently presentable.

However, the lingerie set was doing you favours. The set was composed of a crotchless thong and a bralette that exposed your nipples.

Y/N [20:28]: I’m ready.

Your phone rang, and you answered, quickly propping it on your drawers across from your bed.

You were faced with a shirtless Hoseok, his cock already in his hand.

“Fuck, you look amazing.” He complimented breathlessly.

“Wow, you’re ahead of the game—and really? I’m a mess.” You chuckled.

He hissed, flinching in his grip. “Fuck, just take the compliment, Y/N.”

You cleared your throat. “Thank you.”

You sat a pit forward, angling your breasts towards the camera.

“What are you imagining, baby?” You purred.

“Y-You,” he stuttered, moving his hand up and down his cock.

“Mhm,” you moaned, “thinking up my pussy clenching around your cock, making it all wet.”

He nodded.

"You can do something if you want," he suggested. "You said you were in the mood."

Your eyes opened wide. “Wait a minute.”

You brought the phone with you on your journey, going back to your closet and fetching your dildo, lube, and vibrator. You hurried to the bathroom and propped your phone up against the closed door.

You suctioned the bottom of the dildo onto the titled floor. You placed the vibrator on the bathroom counter.

“You want to watch me bounce on this dildo and think of you?” You smirked, rubbing lube onto your hands, onto the toy, and onto your vagina.

“Fuck, yes,” he replied, stilling his hand around his cock for a moment.

“Did I say you could stop?” You spat.

“I’m waiting for you,” he smiled, making your heart melt.

You paused over the dildo, smiling back at him. “Awww, that’s actually kinda sweet. Thank you.”

You quickly washed your hands and grabbed the vibrator.

You crouched down and slowly onto the dildo.

“Fuck,” you moaned, tilting your head back at the feeling of being filled up. It didn’t hit the spots Hoseok did, but it was good enough.

You lifted yourself up and sunk back down again, rhythmically repeating the motion.

“Fuck, so good,” you sighed, overlooking the pain in your knees.

“That's right, baby, imagine me filling that pussy up," Hoseok groaned, following your rhythm while pumping his cock.

“Fuck yes,” you replied, “and I’m clenching around you so tight.”

You two exchanged moans at the sound of your pussy squelching around the dildo.

“Use the vibrator, baby,” Hoseok purred.

You hummed, grabbing the rose gold vibrator and turning it on. You place the buzzing toy on your clit, feeling pleasure rippling through your core.

“Fuck,” you hissed, speeding up your pace a bit.

“I-I’m getting close.”

“Yeah, baby?” Hoseok smirked. “You get off at me rubbing my cock? Imagining me buried inside your pussy, making you feel so good?"

You nodded. “But it’s not as you, baby.”

“I know—” He choked, appearing to be on the brink of his climax. “I fucking miss the way your pussy fit so well around me, no matter how many times I fucked you open.”

“Mhm,” you bit your lips, watching him with hooded eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“Who knew you were filthy enough to cum during cybersex?" He observed. "I'm not even there to touch you, but just thinking of me inside has you in ruins.”

“What would you do if I was with you right now?” You asked.

“I would fuck you until you couldn’t walk the next day,” he replied, “I’d fuck you until that pretty pussy is swollen.”

"F-fuck, I'm going to cum," you stuttered, feeling the familiar build-up in your core.

“M-me too,” he stammered.

You watched his head tilt back in pleasure and his cum squirt up from his cock.

“Fuck!” You cursed, feeling your pleasure shoot out of your core and onto the floor

“So hot,” Hoseok sighed.

You chuckled, coming down from high. You pulled yourself up and off the dildo, sitting on the cool tile floor.

“Fuck, did you squirt?” He asked, looking closer.

You nodded, gesturing to the mess on the ground.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he commanded and obliged, showing him your battered cunt.

You spread your lips, and he hummed at sight.

“So beautiful.” He awed.

“You happy? I need to wipe this all up, now,” you scoffed.

He chuckled. “It’s not my fault that you cummed.” He angled his phone to the floor, showing splashes of his cum on the floor, "and besides, you also made me make a mess.”

You both chatted while cleaning up your messes, talking about your days as if nothing happened. After finishing your clean-up, you two continued your conversation while showering, as if both of you were doing it together.

Ready to relax for the night, both of you signed off with exchanged ‘thanks’ and ‘good night.’

You turned off your phone with a soft click and stepped out of the steamy bathroom. Your pyjamas were soft on your skin, and you felt ready to go to bed.

Hopping onto your bed, you grabbed your laptop and turned on some Netflix to fall asleep to.

From an outsider’s perspective, masturbating with your best friend and then casually talking with them while showering and getting ready for bed was odd. Repeating the scenario in your mind did make it sound like you two were in a long-distance romantic relationship rather than a platonic one.

But you and Hoseok were different. That was your excuse.

A friend could do this and not catch feelings. You two were the perfect example of that.

Emphasis on were because you were currently spiralling in your growing romantic feelings for Hoseok.

But what would you do in this situation?

You and your childhood friend engage in sex one time and promise each other to not grow feelings. In this manner, you two could have sex without attachment. Fast forward into the future, and you both are still making this arrangement with no negative consequences and feel like you two have gotten to know each other better and have become better friends—until you catch feelings. And you don’t want to risk losing this relationship you two have.

Because he is a worldwide musician who can’t be tied down because it could risk his career, and he might lose fans—and you couldn't be bothered with any romantic commitment with your fast-paced and unpredictable work schedule.

So, you stay in this unnameable mess.

“Time flies by when you’re having fun,” Allie commented from the plush couch.

You looked in the mirror, twisting your back towards it to see the back of the dress. “I guess so.”

“You have to admit, planning a fashion show is pretty fun,” she said. “If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be doing it over and over again.”

“True,” you replied, turning to the stylist.

“May I see the other dress?” You asked, and the stylist nodded, retreating to somewhere in the shop you couldn’t see.

It was the last month until the show. Everything was in order: the show’s venue and its decorations, the clothes, makeup and hair for the models, and the guests’ accommodation. Now, it was your turn to find suitable attire for the occasion.

You tried on the next dress. It was a slim-fitting number, with a leg slit in the front. It was scandalous and stunning, but not right for the show.

“I don’t like any of these dresses,” you sighed, annoyed.

Allie appears to brainstorm some ideas.

“Maybe try a suit?” She proposed.

You kept your eyes on the mirror, twirling your figure and watching the fabric move at your feet.

“Think about it,” she began, “think of all the powerful women who’ve worn suits and killed it. Zendaya, Kristen Stewart, Blake Lively, Awkwafina. The list goes on. It’s a statement piece, and you’re the big brain behind this operation.”

“I think it’s ‘mastermind behind this operation,’ but I get what you mean.” You corrected.

“You literally bypassed my whole point—”

“I know, I know,” you interrupted. “It’s just—suits for women are so overpriced. And it’s just like the dresses, except a different fit. Same colour palettes, same materials, so on.”

Allie scoffed. "You're a fucking fashion designer, did you forget? Make your own thing. There are leftover fabrics at your studio; you have time to make something." Her face lit up, “And, technically, it’s for free.”

You gave it a thought, but the stylist came back before you could finish it.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Vega, but I’m not finding anything, and I don’t want you walking back and forth and bringing me more dresses.” You gave an apologetic smile. “Thank you very much for your help.”

"No worries, Y/N! Just hang up the dress when you take it off, and I’ll deal with the rest,” she replied.

“Will do,” you said, and she stepped out of the room.

Allie helped you unzip the gown, and you shimmed out of it. You did as you were told and hung up the dress, and you and Allie left the shop.

The walk back to the studio was quick, you two making determined strides through the crowded city.

You and Allie entered the empty studio, turning on the nights.

The studio was organized chaos with dressed mannequins, big boxes of fabrics in the back of the room, and papered patterns on the tables.

“Wow,” Allie awed.

"Yeah," you replied, leading you both to your master station is near the back, "it's crazy what a couple months before a show looks like.”

You looked through the drawers beside your desks and grabbed the tools you'll need to plan out the suit.

“So, just a suit jacket and pants…” You said, grabbing some paper to sketch up your pattern.

You looked up at Allie, “Do you mind helping me out with measurements?”

She nodded, “For sure. What do you need?”

You guided Allie on how to measure your proportions for the suit. She measured your inseams for your pants, the sleeves, the cuts, and so on. In between, you'd write down the dimensions for the patterns.

You two sifted through the fabrics to create a monochrome patchwork outfit. The suit would be shades of cherry red, with different materials making it up. There were no patterns in the patchwork, only various tones of red in several types of wool.

“Fucking hell,” Allie cursed while sifting through the materials, “who would’ve thought there were so many shades of red.”

She held up a piece of recycled fabrics, checking with you that it was the correct tone. You took it and held the portion against the others.

“Nope, too dark,” you shook your head.

"What? It looks exactly the same," she disagreed, walking over to your table. When comparing the fabrics, she made an 'aaah’ sound, letting you know that you were right.

Before sectioning off your pattern, you tried your best to evenly sew all the material together into a quilt-like form.

“Jesus,” you muttered, shaking out your sore hands.

“We don’t have to get this all done today, you know. You do have two months left.” Allie advised.

"I know. I just want to put this all together first," you replied, continuing to push the material through the sewing machine.

“Alright,” she surrendered, bringing one of the seats over to your table.

You sewed in silence for a bit.

“So,” Allie began, “how are you and Hoseok doing?”

You paused. “What do you mean?”

“You know…you two and your arrangement.”

You scoffed, “Our arrangement? You mean us having sex?”

“Yeah, but the other stuff.”

You pulled your hands from the sewing machine, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just spit it out, Al."

“Well, you’ve had mixed feelings with Hoseok, right? Like you’re starting to like him?” She speculated.

Your mouth gaped open. “Have you been talking to West?”

She didn’t respond, not making eye contact.

“You can’t be fucking serious. You two are ganging up on me!” You yelled.

“Y/N, we’re just worried.”

“About what? I have feelings—and?” You fumed.

She sighed. “You shouldn’t be having sex with someone if you’re growing romantic feelings, especially if you two agreed to be platonic.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you stood.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed. "Don't you dare talk to me that way? I am your friend, not your enemy." Allie stood up and sighed. “I get it. You don’t like people in your business. That’s fair. I just feel like you're sacrificing yourself for Hoseok when you could talk about it with him."

“Allie, you don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” You spat.

“I get it,” she sympathized. “I don’t. I’m not you or Hoseok.”

“So, tell me,” she said. “Educate me on the situation. I am not here to judge. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“It’s okay,” she forgave, “just don’t push me away so fast, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed.

She sat down, “So?”

You sat down and rehashed your feelings about you and Hoseok to her: the growing romantic feelings for him, not knowing what to do, and wanting something more.

“Well, do you think it’d work out between you two if you dated?” She asked.

You shifted in your seat. "I honestly don't know. It's tough with Hoseok's work because he has a loyal fanbase. I'm afraid he's going to get even more hate if we were to date.”

“But would you two be happy?” She asked.

You gave it a thought. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you go into a relationship regardless of other people. Whether you’re a celebrity or an ordinary person, you date someone for you and that person; no one else. There are going to be people who support and hate your relationship no matter what. What matters is what the two people think in the relationship."

She sighed. “You cannot control what others will think about you. No matter what you do or who you do, you're going to upset someone. So, just do what feels comfortable and safe with you."

You hummed, understanding.

“So, would you be happy if you and Hoseok dated?”

“Yes.” You stated without a thought. “I really like him—love him even.”

"Then that's all that matters," Allie replied.

The week before, the show crept on you faster than you expected. You, your team of designers and event organizers, models, hairstylists and makeup artists flew into Vancouver a week early to prepare on location.

However, the majority of the week would be spent preparing for the show. The first day was spent unloading all of the outfits and equipment for the show into the venue. Everyone was required to show up to organize their stations and to familiarize themselves with the venue.

“Please set up your stations while Westley and I look into the main runway and after part section. We’ll be back in around two hours to check up on everyone. If you have any questions while we're gone, please contact me on my phone." You held up your cellphone and everyone nodded. "Great. Good luck, everyone!"

The venue and interior designers' owners toured you and Westley around the place, showing you the drawn floorplans, running down the prices, and checking that the decorations correlated with your plans.

“These weren’t the chairs we sent over,” Westley pointed to the black folded chairs lining the runways.

“Yes, but these were within the price range and—” One of the interior designers, Queeny, said.

“But did we get an email regarding this change?” You interjected.

Queeny exchanged looks with the other three decorators, and they shook their heads.

Wesley let out an angry sigh. "Well, I guess we’ll have to live with these then.” He sat down on one of the chairs. “At least they’re comfortable. They look cheap, but they’re sturdy.”

“Are there any more changes you made without informing as?” You asked.

They all shook their heads.

"Great." You turned to one of the two-venue owners, named Ruby. "Shall we continue to the after-party part?”

“Yes,” she replied, gesturing to the doorway that led to the front reception area.

From the reception area, where guests would check-in and get a wristband, a double-door way on the right led to a ballroom for the after-party.

The overall theme of the place was classic European designs with off-white luxurious walls and chandeliers. The ceilings were intricately carved, and the floors were a smooth white oak. Just walking around made you feel like you were dirtying the place.

“This place is stunning,” Westley whispered.

“I know,” you replied, “you chose the place.”

“I know,” he smiled, pretending to flip his hair.

You both chuckled, continuing to follow the owners around the venue.

Everything worked out, besides the chairs, so you and Westley checked on the designers, models, hairstylists and makeup artists.

At the end of the workday, everyone was in order and ready for the next three days of dress rehearsals and solving and problems.

You arrived back at your hotel with sore feet and exhaustion.

Your phone rang as you flopped onto your bed.

You answered. “Hobi!”

“Y/N! How was your flight to Vancouver?” He asked.

“It was good. We didn't have a rest day, though. We had to settle into the place and check it over. My feet are so sore.” You groaned.

“Really? I thought you’d at least have a rest day when you guys arrived,” he assumed.

You shook your head. “No. Sadly, this whole week will be walking around and making sure everything is going smoothly.”

He sighed. “Shit. That sucks.” You heard him shift on the other side of the phone. “Do you want to relax?”

You laughed. “Jung Hoseok, did you seriously booty call me from across the world?”

Hoseok gasped, "I did not! I was talking about watching Netflix or something." He chuckled, "You're so dirty-minded."

You both laughed.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” He asked on the other end of the call.

You brought out your laptop and scrolled through the movie selection.

“Oooo! Let’s watch Hush. I’ve heard so many good things about it.” You recalled.

You could hear his hesitation.

Hoseok did not like being scared. Whenever you watched anything scary, you were afraid that your neighbours would complain at how loud his screaming was. As you remembered saying "hello" to him once and him screaming in fear and surprise, he was also easily frightened.

“We don’t have to,” you said.

“No, no,” Hoseok reassured, “we’ll watch it. Just send me the Netflix Party link, and I'll ready the Zoom link."

You giggled. “You don’t have to be brave for me, Hobi. I know you don’t like scary movies.”

“You want to watch it, so let’s do it,” he said, “and the ratings are good.”

“Okay,” you digressed. “I’m texting you the link right now.”

“Same,” he replied.

You two hung up and joined the links.

“Hello!” Hoseok beamed, dancing.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at his burst of energy. “Hello, Hobi.”

You carried your laptop to the bathroom and began getting ready for bed.

“How was your day?” You asked.

Hoseok described him and his bandmates' film day for "Run! BTS," and you groaned at all the work they had to do.

He laughed. “But we got to play games, which was fun. We laughed so much that my abs hurt.” You watched him lift up his shirt and show his toned abdomen.

Your core felt a familiar flutter.

“W-wow, that must be a lot of laughing,” you cleared your throat and took out your toothbrush and toothpaste.

For the moment, the time difference worked for you two because it was almost ten at night for you and nearly three in the afternoon for him.

“Should I turn off my camera?” You asked before undressing to get into the shower.

He shook his head. “I’m okay with you leaving it on. I’ve seen you naked before, so it’s not really different. But if you’re uncomfortable, you can just turn it off.”

You shrugged and began taking off your clothes in full view of the camera and screen.

You noticed Hoseok’s expression.

“Enjoying the show?” You chuckled, finally taking off your undergarments and fully exposing yourself.

Hoseok smirked, “Don’t act like you weren’t just turned on by my abs. I saw how you looked at me.”

You nodded and surrendered. “Fair point.”

You hoped in the shower, and you two continued talking.

“Jesus, we haven’t started the movie yet,” Hoseok commented while you were washing your hair.

“Shit, right,” you laughed, massaging the shampoo into your scalp.

After you hoped out of the shower and dried your body and hair, you both started to watch the movie.

“This is a pretty cool premise. Like, we’ve never seen a deaf person in a horror movie before,” you regarded.

"True, that's a good point—AHHHHHH!" Hoseok screamed at the sudden slam in the movie.

You burst into laughter.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed, trying to calm himself with controlled breaths.

The movie continued as you finished off your skincare and put on your pyjamas.

The oversized t-shirt was long enough to cover your thighs.

“You’re going to watch this before bed?” Hoseok gasped.

You chuckled. “Yeah. It’s not that scary.” You say as you jump at the sound of breaking glass in the film.

Hoseok laughed at the coincidental timing.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up to the sound of your alarm.

“Shit,” you grumbled and turned it off.

You heard Hoseok stir awake on the Zoom call.

Both of you had fallen asleep, but Hoseok finished the movie before you could; because you saw the end credits paused in the Netflix Party.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s okay,” Hoseok mumbled, squinting at the screen.

“I’ll let you sleep,” you smiled, hovering your cursor over the "send" button.

He softly smiled, “thank you.” He snuggled into his pillow, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Hobi,” you replied, ending the call for both of you.

It didn’t hit you until you were halfway through your dress rehearsal, but Hoseok had stayed with you while you slept. He didn't wake you but quietly continued the movie and fell asleep.

Hoseok was usually sweet, so you didn't pay too much attention to it.

But it did make you feel special.

It was the day of the fashion show, and you were fucking nervous.

You had done this before, a show, but this one was different. You had put in so much effort and were proud of how it turned out but were afraid of what other people would think.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Allie assured through video call,” it’ll be excellent, and everyone won’t stop talking about it.”

“Probably,” you replied, putting on your makeup.

“It will be excellent, Y/N. I am so sure I will bet money.” She stated.

You chuckled, "then I'll take your word for it because I am not bidding money.”

You both laughed.

“Okay, I know I already showed you my outfit, but are you sure it looks good?” She asked, putting on the A-line floor-length dress she’d shown you before. It was a beautiful viridian green with lace shoulder straps that draped over the sides of her biceps.

“You look beautiful,” you complimented, setting your makeup with setting spray and heading to your closet.

You put on the suit you made and looked in the mirror. You looked a bad bitch.

“You look great! Oooo, put on the red bottoms,” Allie squealed.

You put on the signature Louis Vuitton black high heels with the ruby bottoms.

Your phone buzzed.

“I got to go; Westley is here with our ride to the venue. I’ll see you there!”

“See you!” She waved, ending the call.

You did a quick check in the mirror, fixing your hair, grabbed your bags, and headed out the door.

Your driver waited outside the vehicle as you approached, and opened its door, showing you a well-dressed and excited Westley.

"Oh my god, you look great!" He gasped. “When did you make the suit?”

“I finished it a week before we flew out,” you chuckled, “and you look great too! I love the pine on you.”

You took a step back and looked at Westley’s crisp pine-coloured suit with matching brown dress shoes.

“Thank you,” he grinned. “Okay, get in before we become late.”

You hopped into the car, and your driver got in and started the vehicle.

The drive was spent recalling your opening and closing speeches with Westley and the show's agenda.

“So, five pm is when the show ends, and then the guests for the after-party go into the ballroom area. Food is served at six pm, and everything is wrapped up at ten pm.” Westley relayed.

You nodded, “Yup.”

Both of you arrived a couple hours before the start time, which was at 1 pm, to set everything up and warm up the models and crew.

Westley checked the organizers and the models while you went to the runway area to check the lights and sound.

"Let's rerun the lights, please!" You announced as you walked into the runway room. "Can I get a headset, please?" You ask the crew on the ground, who nodded.

“Yup!” You heard the lighting crew respond.

You were given the headset, and you heard the head light technician’s voice.

“Can you hear me?” They checked.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

They ran by the six light settings for the show, and it was all correct.

“It’s perfect, thank you. Can you please check that the sound is alright?” You asked through the headset.

“Yup. You’ll have to hand the headset to another person, though, and we’ll give you a mic.” They added.

You heard their muffled voice as if they covered their mic's headset with their hand. Next, you had someone hand you a mic and take your headset.

“You’ll need to stand on the stage,” The person said.

“Okay,” you replied, going to the runway and standing on the end portion.

All the room’s lights turned on, and you could see the lighting crew’s area in the back and the chair organized around the runway.

“You can speak into the mic!” You heard someone shout.

You started speaking nonsense in the mic, like the type of weather outside, as they adjusted the volume.

“Thank you!” Someone shouted.

“Thanks,” you said into the mic before handing it to one of the crew.

“Is there anything to report? Any problems that arose before I got here?” You asked the crew.

They all shook their heads.

“How is everyone feeling?” You asked.

They all shared nervous laughter, and a few people said “good.”

“Alright, if there’s anything you all need, just come to the modelling area and ask me. It’s in the backroom.”

They all nodded, and you left them to their business.

You arrived in the backroom and saw designers fitting their outfits on the models and makeup artists and hairstylists prepping their stations.

“How is everybody doing?!” You enthusiastically asked.

They cheered with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"I get it. Everyone is on their toes. You all have an hour left to set things up before people start filing in. Remember, the show starts at 1 pm. The door opens thirty minutes before them.”

They call responded with various forms of understanding, and you went around to check on them individually.

Rachel came and taped your shoulder, with a headset on, “So, the guards are in their posts, and the front is ready to check people in.”

“Is there a line already?” You asked.

Rachel pressed down the headset, asking the crew on the other end.

“Yes, there’s a line of people outside,” she reported, “about twenty people, so far.”

"Shit, yeah, let them in. It's probably cold." You ordered.

“I’ll tell them,” she replied.

“Okay, everyone! We’re starting to let people in. Again, you all have about an hour left, so try to wrap things up and relax. Thank you!” You announced.

Again, sounds of understanding, and you, Westley, and Rachel left the backroom.

“Rachel, Westley and I are going to check that the ballroom area and catering are all handled. Please check in with the front desk to see how they're doing, and then meet us in the ballroom." You told.

“Got it, Y/N,” Rachel answered, walking past the two of you and towards the front area.

Westley appeared impressed. “She's terrific. She's even got the headset and everything."

"I know, right? She's cool." You remarked.

Like clockwork, you and Westley ran over the details and schedule for the catering and the after-party. Everyone had places to sit, with elegantly decorated name cards.

Everything was ready.

"Fantastic, thank you," you thanked the caterers and the staff in the ballroom. "Feel free to come into the runway area during the show if you all would like to watch."

With that, it was about time the show would start. You and Westley hurried backstage, where you both were handed microphones.

The lights dimmed, and classical music played—fitting the theme of elegance and high class.

You and Westley regarded each other, did an excellent handshake, and strutted out on the runway. Both of you were met with applause from the crowd and blinding spotlights.

You two walked to the end of the runway and let out an exhausted sigh.

The music quieted, faintly heard in the background.

“And that’s why I’m not a model,” Westley joked, causing the crowd to giggle.

“Same here,” you chuckled.

“Anyways, welcome to the show, everyone!” You cheered, and the crowd clapped. “As you know, I am Y/N, and this is Westley. Today, we’ll be showing recycled elegant clothes on people. Not just models, but people. All the clothes you'll be seeing here today are made from recycled fabrics and hand-crafted by our design team and me."

Applause.

"We wanted to represent people, so we got people to present our clothes. Redundant, I know, but the fashion industry rarely shows models that look like people. Don’t get me wrong, they’re all fantastic. However, this show will be different. Enjoy!” Westley waved.

A final round of applause while you and Westley walked off the runway.

The show went smoothly and wonderfully. The changes were fluid, and there were no clothing mishaps. The classical music turned into upbeat music that everyone seemed to groove to. Models danced on the runway while walking, and there were joyful cheers in the crowd.

In the end, you and Westley gave your brief thank you speeches, and months of planning and work were officially completed.

When everyone was backstage, you all collectively cheered.

“Phenomenal job, everyone!” You praised. “I am speechless at how well we all did. Thank you all for being such wonderful people to work with.”

Smiles and cheers were shared as everyone got ready for the after-party.

“Okay, remember that food is being served at six o’clock, and you all will be able to find your names at a table.” You reminded.

You and Westley did a quick check-up on people before heading to the ballroom area to socialize.

“Great job, you two!” Some complimented.

You and Westley thanked the praise and had a small talk with some colleges.

“Hey, Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice say.

You turned and say Hoseok with the rest of the boys, waving.

“Hey!” You smiled, nudging Westley to join you.

"Well, enjoy the after-party," Westley grinned at the other guests before joining you.

As always, the seven boys were well-dressed in designer suits. Hoseok wore lightly tinted shades paired with a dark suit and floral dress shirt. His hair was wavy.

“That was awesome, Y/N,” Namjoon said.

“Thank you!” You replied.

“Yeah, Y/N, I loved the recycled-fabrics idea. Are anything on sale?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded. "Everything will be on sale next month. I'll send you the dates, so you mark them in your calendar. The clothes go fast," you chuckled.

“Damn,” Taehyung remarked, eyebrows raised.

“Hey, Jimin,” Westley greeted.

“Hey West,” Jimin smiled, “loved your speech today. That suit looks great on you.”

“I know,” Westley smirked, “you look good too.”

"How are you feeling?" Hoseok asked, letting Westley and Jimin casually flirt.

You sighed. “Glad that it’s over, to be honest. It was fun, of course, but it's a lot of work to organize."

“Oh my god, is that Charlie Puth?” Jungkook gasped, hiding slightly behind Namjoon.

Everyone laughed.

"You should go and say 'hi,' Kook. You've already met and sung with him before. You two are practically friends." Yoongi expressed.

“True,” you agreed, “and Charlie’s a nice guy.”

“Okay,” Jungkook straightened his posture, “I’ll do it.”

You all watched Jungkook walk over and begin chatting with Charlie Puth.

“God, he’s grown up so much,” Seokjin sighed.

The rest of you caught up and chatted about the show.

Before you knew it, Westley was poking your side to let you know it was five minutes until six.

“Shit,” you cursed. “Sorry to cut this convo short, but Westley and I have to announce dinner. We’ll talk soon!”

You all said your goodbyes, and you and Westley went up to the front to state it was time for food.

You two were seated with Rachel, Allie, and a couple others. Everyone ordered off a menu, which served various kinds of pasta, salads, and a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages.

It was an excellent way to end off the show.

There was a dancefloor, too, where people could groove to music after eating.

Of course, the seven boys went to the dancefloor, which caused others to join.

You were finishing off your fettuccine alfredo when Hoseok danced over to your table. You chuckled as he held his hand out and quirked a brow.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, taking his hand.

“You love it,” he smirked, pulling you off your chair and leading you to the dancefloor.

You danced together, along with your friends. He held your hands as you two swayed to the slow songs and body-rolled with you during the upbeat songs. Of course, a few BTS songs played, and everyone tried to follow the known choreography. You went back to your table for a drink of water, and Allie came with you. "Look, and you and Hoseok dancing up a storm," she teased. “Shut up,” you chuckled. “The chemistry is there, Y/N,” she commented. You drank your water. "Not now, Al." “Come on! He’s here for, what, the night and then gone tomorrow morning? When will you see him again?” She asked. You paused, honestly unsure when you'd see Hoseok again. “Now or never, Y/N. How much longer can you debate this?” “I know,” you replied. “I’ll do it later tonight.” Around nine-thirty, the party was dying down, with only a few guests scattered around the venue helping to clean up. You made eye contact with Allie, who was tending to the chairs, who nudged towards Hoseok’s direction. Now or never. You said in your head. “Can I speak to you, Hoseok?” You asked, walking up to him. “For sure!” He replied. You led both of you to a secluded part of the venue, away from listeners. “Did you enjoy the show?” You asked. “Yeah! You did a fantastic job, Y/N. I love how everything turned out, the colours, the recycled fabrics were great—and your suit! I can’t believe you made it,” Hoseok complimented, stepping back to look at your attire. “Thank you,” you blushed. You gave a quick look around to make sure no one was around. “Is everything alright, Y/N? You’re looking around as if they’re spies around.” He gasped. “Are there spies around? What secret don’t they know?” “I don’t want to have sex with you anymore.” You abruptly stated. A stretch of silence. Hoseok’s expression was a mixture of surprise and concern. “What?” “I can’t have sex with you anymore.” “You can’t or don’t want to? Is it something I did?” “Yes? No? In a way?” You pondered. You took a few deep breaths. "I like you, Hoseok—possibly even love you.” You ran your hand through your hair. “I know we agreed not to catch feelings, so I think we should stop having sex.” You watched his expression shift from some form of being happy to disappointment. “You know I cannot date with work,” he explained, "with the fans, touring, and whatnot, I cannot date someone. And you have your company to work on." “I know,” you replied. “But do you like me back?” You asked. “I do—” “You do?” You were on the verge of hugging him, but he stepped back. You looked at him, confused. “We can’t—” “Why?” “I literally just told you, Y/N. With work, dating wouldn’t allow it. I already have people—” He choked on his words. “People who wish I was dead, j-just for being me.” “Hoseok—” You reached out to him, but he gently pushed you away. “No,” he objected, “I’m fine. I just don’t want to add you to the mess.” “You can’t decide that for me.” You retorted. “I understand that you don’t want to add me to it, but I’m okay with it. I don't care what other people would say about us. They're not in the relationship, we are—" “But what if I care?” He said, almost too quiet for you to hear. “I’m the happy guy of BTS, who’s dedicated to his work.” “But are you truly happy?” You peered into him. “Yeah,” he replied, avoiding eye contact, “but it gets really hard sometimes.” “So, let me help, Hoseok,” you pleaded. "I don't need to be helped! I'm not another project for you to work on.” He thundered. “You know that’s not what I meant.” You seethed. “Let’s just drop it, okay? We’re not dating, that’s it.” He dictated. “Fine.” You replied. “Have a safe trip back home.” You left without another word, trying your best not to cry. Out of all the ways you thought he'd respond, this took you off guard. Hoseok wasn't one to push you away, but here he was doing so. “Fuck this,” you whimpered, walking up to Allie. “I’m going back to the hotel, sorry,” you said, turning away as soon as possible. “Y/N!”

You washed your face and hoped into the shower—the warm water soothing your sore muscles and emotions. You couldn’t tell if it was the water or your tears streaming down your face.

What else did you expect? Hoseok had a point: with his work, he couldn’t date someone. And it was ridiculous that Hoseok would want to date you.

However, instead of sulking over Hoseok, you decided to have a bath and put on a facemask.

The room’s phone rang while you were starting the bath.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N Y/L/N?

“Speaking,” you confirmed.

“Great! There’s a man here, named,” a muffled noise, “Hoseok Jung.”

“Tell him I’m busy, please,” you replied.

Another muffled noise. “Hoseok says he's sorry and that he has ice cream—cookie dough. But if he’s dangerous, I can call the police.”

“No, no. God no,” you said.

You bit your lip. "You can send Hoseok up."

“Okay. However, if there’s anything wrong, please try to press the red button on the receiver. I will check back with you in an hour. If there’s no response, I’ll get someone to check on you.” They informed.

“Thank you,” you replied, slightly shocked by their concern.

You hung up.

A few minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. You tightened your robe.

You checked the peephole before cracking the door open.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“Hey," he smiled. "I'm sorry for leaving you like that at the party. It was sudden and insensitive. I should have been more considerate of your feelings rather than shutting you off.”

“I was just—scared. I don’t know what it’s going to be like for us. And I don't want you to fix me—but I like you, a lot—so I brought cookie dough ice cream and two spoons—"

“Do you want to come in?” You interrupted his nervous rambling.

“Yes, thank you,” he chuckled.

Hoseok still wore the suit from the fashion show, but his jacket was folded over his arm, and his dress shirt was unbuttoned lower.

“Oh, you’re running the bath,” he noticed. "We can deal with this later if it's a bad time."

“No, it’s alright. I’ll just turn off the water.” You replied, going to the bathroom to do so.

When you came back, Hoseok was sitting on the edge of your bed.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You asked, sitting beside him.

He opened the ice cream tub, setting the lid on the desk and handing you one of the spoons.

“I was thinking you could talk more, actually; about how you feel," he replied, giving you the tub and angling himself to face you. "I just want to listen to you this time."

You gave a brief smile before spooning a small piece of ice cream into your mouth.

“Well, I just feel like we’re in this grey area of being really close but having sex. And we both like each other, and we said at the venue, and I just feel like we should just date then.” You set the ice cream and spoon down on the desk. “I get that work complicates things for you. But once we’ve confessed our feelings, I just don’t know what to call this—this friendship?”

Hoseok nodded.

"So, if you don't want to date, that's completely fine. I understand. However, we can't keep having sex like we used to; because I have feelings for you now, and you said you do too, so it's not a good mix."

“That’s fair,” he acknowledged.

“But what do you think? Like, how do you feel about us?” You asked.

He paused and set his spoon on the desk with yours. “I want to date you, Y/N. I just don’t want to get you hurt.” He softly grasped your hands. “The industry can be toxic, and I don’t want to subject you to that.”

“I understand,” you replied, “but I want to date you too, regardless of all the other bullshit. As cheesy as it sounds, all I want is you, Hoseok.”

Hoseok smiled but then pretended to gag.

“Hobi! I was romantic."

“Sorry, but that was so cheesy.” He cringed.

“So, do you want to just start dating, then?” You proposed. “We have the ice cream here; we can pretend to get to know each other more.”

He chuckled. “Sure. Let’s do that.”

Hoseok stood up and held his hand out to you. “Y/N Y/L, will you go on a date with me?”

You laughed but composed yourself. “I would love to, Jung Hoseok.” You took his hand, and he immediately sat back down.

“So, Y/N,” Hoseok began, handing you the partially melted ice cream and your spoon, “what do you like to do on the weekends?”

1 year later.

“I’m thinking of moving to Korea,” you said. Hoseok turned to you, surprised. “Really? But you’re not based here.” “I know,” you acknowledged, “but I can fly in and skype, or whatever. I can have a home base here, too.” You were visiting Hoseok for a couple weeks before you had to go back home for a clothing launch. Both of you were cuddling at his place when you brought up your idea of moving to Korea. “Of course, it wouldn’t be immediate. I would need to sort things out with Westley and Rachel and organize a place to stay here and a work area. The company is sturdy enough to handle the change.” You reasoned. “You could move in with me,” he suggested, turning his body to face you. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, why not. We’ve been dating for a while now, and it makes sense.” He shrugged. “Unless you don’t want to.” You kissed him. “No, I want to.” Both of you discussed what your move would be like and imagined living together. If you were to look back at how your relationship with Hoseok progressed, you would be shocked. In a matter of a few months, you and Hoseok went from friends to romantic partners. Although you had not come out publicly about your relationship, many people had a sense it existed; but that didn’t matter. You and Hoseok were in a secure and healthy relationship. It was long distanced, but you two made it work by visiting each other when you could and calling almost every day. The only thing that didn’t change was the sex—although it had gotten better. Nevertheless, so much has happened over the past year. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#jhope bts #jhopoe fanfic #jhope smut #jhope fluff #jhope angst #hoseok smut #hoseok angst #hoseok fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #ficswithluv #houseofddaeng #hobiuary2021 #hodevent

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girlbossminerva · 2 years ago

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Very biased ranking of all of the Fairy Tail Openings from best to worst

The order in which I'm ranking them takes into account my subjective taste, the level of replayability, sometimes also the animation that is going on during the opening sequence and just whatever comes to mind, feel free to fight me in the comments but this is my blog so i say I'm right. Mild disclaimer, I have not ever gotten past the middle or so of the second anime series, so I watched the later ops on youtube to rank them, but their places may be subject to change once I fully experience them when I get to those seasons.

This one is long so it goes under the cut for y'all

Strike Back (OP 16)

I AM RIGHT DON'T @ ME. THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN THE FIRST OP FOR THE FIRST RETURN OF FT. THIS SHIT FIRES ME UP. I CAN LISTEN TO IT OVER AND OVER, I WILL YELL SING AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME. BACK-ON KNOWS WHAT'S UP (<<<watched murder princess and got obsessed with the OP also made by back-on)

Snow Fairy (OP 1)

ICONIC. A CLASSIC. POINTS FOR BEING THE FIRST OP AND MAKING ME NOSTALGIC BUT ALSO THE PICTURE OF NATSU HUGGING IGNEEL AT THE END I- 🥺🥺🥺 In conclusion, really amazing first opening for the series

Towa no Kizuna (OP 9)

This fucker slaps SO HARD. It HYPES ME UP. And the visuals are spot on. I would rave to this.

Ft. (OP 3)

Amazing OP it's the reason why I became interested in Funkist. It fits Natsu perfectly even if this is an erza centric arc. Looking at the lyrics though, it still goes along with the theme of "we're here to support you" that Erza has going on. My only gripe is that when listening to the short version that plays every episode you can't appreciate how good the latter bridge is

Yakusoku no Hi e (OP 14)

For the last opening of first series, it's very good. I know most of the lyrics and i will belt out to it.

Ashita wo Narase (OP 22)

ok I'd never listened to this one but I dig it??? very interesting vibes, not what i expected from ft and especially from the zero arc, it slaps

Never-End Tale (OP 20)

Almost iconic. I think it lacks a little bit of strength, mostly due to the animated sequence, but it would've been an excellent season-ending OP. I do prefer listening to the full version, it has what's missing from the TV version. It also gets points for showing my wife in demon form <3

Tenohira (OP 12)

I do not like the Key of the Starry Sky arc, but the opening? Very nice, love me some 2000s soft rock

Egao no Mahou (OP 5)

It's pretty decent, i feel there's a lot of emotion in the singer's voice and I love to see Wendy introduced.

Believe in Myself (OP 21)

Very solid OP, not much to say though since it came out around the time I had quit the anime, but is definitely in the better part of OPs. I like the focus on Gray and Natsu during the sequence.

Yumeiro Graffiti (OP 19)

It's fine but nothing out of the ordinary. Replayable for a while. Sidenote, I think this one has a bit of a spoiler in the animated sequence, cause lucy is staring melancholically at Aquarius' key but an anime-only fan wouldn't know that it gets broken.

No-Limit (OP 25)

Interesting beginning??? idk how I feel about it but it's another solid op with a great sequence, I might end up really liking it when I get to this point

Evidence (OP 7)

I enjoy the piano and the first few verses are good, but I feel it doesn't have as much impact and it could do more. Very skippable. The animated sequence and the audio sync up very nicely tho.

Masayume chasing (OP 15)

I like it but not for extended periods of time and I do not think it serves the purpose of making the series return with a bang. Besides, there's something about this song that I find kind of…odd? like maybe it's because of the particular type of pop it is but idk, feels like this was a song that already existed and they just decided "yes, let's put it in this anime"

Sense of wonder (OP 2)

It's fine, but not that special in my opinion, I cannot listen to it over and over with each episode bc it does start getting tedious fast. However, I do think it helps represent the whimsy of the first few arcs when Fiore is supposed to still be new and "wonderful" for us. It also does serves its purpose of showing some of team Natsu's background in the opening sequence.

RPG (OP 4)

I get tired of listening to it very fast. It was ranked lower but then I listened to all the OPs and realized it's ok. Another mid OP. Also, I don't really understand why it's titled "Rocking Playin Game" and I need to know the reason behind that decision.

More than Like (OP 26)

I've mixed feelings about it, the combination of softer music with stronger rock parts doesn't mix particularly well in some parts, but is not bad and it's definitely better than some others. However, I don't think it lives up to what I would expect from the last OP.

I wish (OP 10)

It's…meh. I feel it is trying to energize people but failing miserably, perhaps the issue is the low volume. Can only listen to it a few times before skipping it.

Power of the Dream (OP 23)

First OP of the final season and it's not bad but I don't feel the impact it should have. The sequence is excellent. It unfortunately suffers from THAT ONE REPEATED BEAT THAT WAS USED IN ALMOST EVERY FUCKING SONG DURING 2016

Down by Law (OP 24)

Lame and boring. When I get to that season I will most likely listen to it once and then skip it. The animated sequence is soooo good tho, how dare they

Mysterious Magic (OP 17)

Very generic, even the animation sequence feels generic and like it doesn't encompass the arc like other OPs did beforehand, makes sense tho cause it was for the corrupted celestial spirits filler arc which is the shittiest

Fiesta (OP 6)

Boring like the other Plus+ opening but I do like the chorus, however I cannot listen to it more than a few times. Also, considering that the second half of the O6 arc is a little more serious since all the shit is going down, i don't think the upbeat music is that suited for it

Break through (OP 13)

Similar opinion than with fiesta, it has some good bits and some meh bits, doesn't manage to be outstanding

Hajimari no Sora (OP 11)

I do not like +Plus, at least not enough to listen to a song repeatedly, but this song? This song SUCKS, just boring ass cords that go on forever, at least the Fiesta op has some spice going on for it

Rock City Boy (OP 9)

It sucks it's lame, I HATE the attempted rap. It's trying a certain style and it does not work, I cannot listen to it more than once.

Break Out (OP 18)

This one is soooo boring that I had forgotten it existed, I even misremembered the sequences as being part of the 17th OP. It tries to pick up pace in the chorus but it doesn't work. I was gonna put rock city boy as the worst but yknow what? this one fucking takes the last spot

Final thoughts:

FT has a bunch of meh OPs :/ I'm not saying they're all bad, but the "I want to yell-sing this song" factor is not present in a lot of them.

#fairy tail #anime opening #arthi ranks stuff #can't believe I spent a whole day in this #i might do this for EDs too i do like the ft endings more #all caps tw

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boom-fanfic-a-latta · 3 years ago

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Hello I was the anon who asked stuff about a Miraculous/Psychonauts idea. I think early season 4 Raz gets sent in. The psychonauts don't believe in magic and think this is a crazed psychic causing mass hysteria. Who's mind should Raz explore first to find clues and help the person?

I mean I myself would suggest around early Season 1 for him getting sent in because it feels more realistic that they'd send an agent in earlier cause they probably sensed the disturbence in the collective unconcious or something IDK but S4 kinda works well as well for the Extra Angst To Deal With

And I gotta say: Chloe needs the help first, y'all. Because making an ACTUALLY ABUSED teenager unredeemable my BUTT--

...Y'see, Psychonauts is pretty good at showing how no one is unredeemable at heart, and how every person has their reasons. The villains are never demonized, and you learn to understand why exactly they are how they are. And most are able to get past what is holding them back through help and their own merits (and even the propaganda "It's A Small World" level guy has his reasons for NOT choosing to be better, and goes to show how even with the chance there people can still choose to live in their delusions and stubbornly refuse change, but it was beleivable and natural to the character). And everyone has realistic flaws that aren't overlooked but aren't overexaggerated (well, in Game 2 at least, but Game 1 was like 15 years ago and even then it was still at least decent in how it handled the issues people had). Which is basically in exact opposition to how Astruc writes his characters.

Sorry for the random Astruc salt, I just felt the need to mention this heavy contrast in how characterization is handled between these two fandoms.

But yeah, Chloe! I even have some ideas for what her level would be like! ...A lot of ideas, actually, so I'll throw in a "Read More" real quick

SO Raz starts in front of a hotel like the one Chloe lives in, but a lot taller and grander, but when he goes inside there's a part off to the side where the illusion is cracking away, revealing an old, dilapidated version beneath, like...Luigi's Mansion 3 vibes almost, is how I'd best describe it?

The different NPCs would all be plush animals filling different roles in the staff, like, a giraffe bellhop, for example, or an elephant maid, or a snake cook. They'd all be welcoming, but also very snooty and proper, making sure no one breaks any of the MANY rules the "Mistress" has put in place.

So Raz is trying to explore the hotel and reach the top where "Mistress" is, when in the first area that's broken down he runs into a little girl version of Chloe, "Little Chlo", holding her teddy bear, Mr. Cuddly. She's basically...what Chloe is truly like on the inside, but she's been pushed away into hiding by the uptight Mistress because she can't live up to the standards being set. This is her innocence and good side, who's been kept hidden and restrained for a long time.

Also of note, there are Doubts and Regrets that keep springing up in the level, but Censors keep appearing like security to get rid of them and throw them out as if they aren't allowed to be present. It's also possible to find Enablers, Bad Ideas, and a new enemy type I'll explain in some other post called an Unconcern (it represents apathy, nihilism, and most commonly, lack of regard for any consequences--it basically makes you Not Care), all being pampered by the staff and treated as important guests.

None of the enemies even try to attack, which is odd and unsettling, and they can't be hurt in return, they're pretty much all but NPCs in this state. The only ones who do act like normal enemies that Raz can fight are the Censor Security staff, and only once Little Chlo joins him (which is one of the first things that happen, but if you were to explore a bit more beforehand, the attacking Censors wouldn't even show up).

Each floor seems grander and grander than the next, and on each floor, Raz has to find the elevator button to the next floor (MORE LUIGI'S MANSION 3 VIIIIIIBES). They're hidden behind simple puzzles, but these puzzles tell things about Chloe you wouldn't know from just looking at her, kinda...seeing past the facade? Some buttons are instead of locked behind puzzles, guarded by Bad Moods. The buttons are always found in the dilapidated areas, which become more and more broken, hidden, and dangerous as you progress up through the hotel.

And the more Raz goes up, the more tattered the doll-like NPCs are, the more present the pampered bad habits, and the more absent the Doubts and Regrets.

Eventually, Raz and Little Chlo reach the top floor penthouse and enter a highly-exaggerated and overly-opulent version of Chloe's bedroom suite, and you come face-to-face with Mistress, now revealed to be another version of Chloe, wearing a replica of her mother's outfit. And Mistress is, at first glance...basically just what Thomas tries to pass off Chloe as. A purely evil complete monster, trying to replicate her abusive mother in every regard, spitting insults at you with every sentence that leaves her mouth.

This is the absolute exaggeration of what Chloe is TRYING to be--someone her mom would be proud of. And she isn't happy to see Little Chlo at all.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! I THOUGHT I TOLD THEM ALL TO LOCK YOU AWAY WHERE YOU'D NEVER ESCAPE!"

Little Chlo holds Mr. Cuddly close to her chest. "I...I got out, though..."

"Well, TOO BAD! You're going to go RIGHT BACK where you came from! And you aren't going to get out and mess this up for us EVER AGAIN! You're just ridiculous, UTTERLY ridiculous!"

"But y-you're...being...really mean..."

"What I'm BEING is EXCEPTIONAL! Which you, obviously, are not!"

This remark seems to sting Little Chlo, who looks away and seems to be about to start crying. Raz then cuts in.

"Stop it! She's a part of Chloe, just like you seem to be, so why are you being so mean to her?"

Mistress scoffs. "As if SHE could ever measure up! SHE could NEVER be what we needed!" She flips her ponytail over her shoulder and lowers her sunglasses to give Raz a scrutinizing glance. "...And just what are YOU supposed to be, hm? Some kind of a Circus Freak? How ridiculous!"

Raz scowls. "Hey, my family works in the circus!"

"No wonder you look like a clown, then."

"...Alright, I've had enough of this. 'Mistress', what are you even trying to prove by being such a brat?!"

"Didn't you hear me? I'm trying to show how EXCEPTIONAL I am!"

"Well, this isn't exceptional, it's just cruel! No one's going to think you're exceptional if all you do is put people down--if anything, it'll make them think the opposite!"

"THAT'S JUST WHAT YOU THINK!!!" As she growls this, Mistress throws out her hands, blowing the top off of the penthouse. Suddenly, all three are standing on the roof, the pool underneath them far increased in scale from normal, and glass walkways cross over it in a loose grid pattern.

Mistress twirls around, tossing her hat aside as she transforms into the level's boss, "Magnifique Bourgeois". I don't have a set design yet but I imagine she kinda looks like a fusion of a mannequin, Bonita Soleil from Gloria's Theatre in the first Psychonauts, and the Akuma Style Queen. And Chloe herself, of course.

Also, the hat hits Raz in the face when she throws it. Because of COMEDY!

So the boss fight, you have to cross over the catwalks on the pool while dodging periodic blasts of light from, like, a spotlight. If one hits you, you freeze in place for a couple seconds and are open to attacks. The spotlights are manned by Enablers, and can also heal and protect Magnifique, so you need to take them out first. You have to climb up to the top of these super-tall lifeguard chairs and defeat the Enablers so that you can actually do lasting damage to the boss.

Once those are taken care of, there are like 3 or so, you can actually fight Magnifique. Her attacks are all very flashy and attention-grabbing (this level, specifically this battle, would not be for those who are sensitive to flashing lights), featuring colored laser lights and lots of sparkly explosions. She wants to be EXCEPTIONAL, dangit! She wants to stand out as the very best!

With each spotlight you deactivate, it falls down to the glass catwalks and turns into a mirror. Using Telekinesis, you have to aim the mirror so that when she uses a big flashy laser attack, it bounces back at her, though a successful hit causes her to break the mirror (you don't lose a mirror if you fail to deflect it and it's fairly forgiving in where it needs to be).

Once three attacks are successfully deflected, Magnifique goes berserk and starts breaking parts of the walkways. Once again, TK is the answer, as she hurls the broken glass at you and you have to throw chunks of it back at her. After enough hits, she finally relents, collapsing and turning back into Mistress.

Everything is in shambles on the roof as Mistress struggles to her feet, looking bedraggled and far worse for wear. She's crying, muttering under her breath that "I have to be exceptional enough" and "I can't have lost", looking like she's about to have a breakdown.

Suddenly, Little Chlo comes running up to her, offering Mr. Cuddly. Mistress looks at the child in shock, as if unable to understand these actions.

"W...why are you...but..."

Little Chlo simply gives her older, meaner self a hug.

"...You do know mom is never gonna love us, don't you?"

"..."

And Mistress, finally coming to terms with this fact, that this behavior she's been copying isn't going to help get her the approval she's been wishing for...hugs Little Chlo back.

And Raz looks on, smiling, as a girl decides to no longer follow in the footsteps of a mother who she realizes she doesn't need to please.

…

OKAY I WASN'T INTENDING FOR THIS TO SNOWBALL INTO AN ENTIRE LEVEL SYNOPSIS AND BOSS FIGHT CONCEPT BUT I REALLY LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT ESPECIALLY THE FINAL RECONCILIATION SO I'M NOT COMPLAINING

#psychonaut in paris au #hotel le grand chloé #psychonauts #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous chloe #chloé bourgeois #mlb #psychonauts raz #razputin #razputin aquato #psychonauts razputin #raz #save tag #chloe bourgeois #chloe redemption #what the heck did I just create #I just made an entire level concept offhand as a response to an ask

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yanderart · 4 years ago

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He caught you when no one else did; defeated you when no one else could. Whether you liked to admit it or not, Eraserhead had clearly proven his worth.

So why didn't you prove yours, little villain?

Another portrait for my POV yandere series, this time of Aizawa. Got a few people requesting me to draw/write for him so hopefully y'all enjoy it 🖤

Below the cut, as customary for the series, is a longshot one-shot that delves further into the backstory (Aizawa x Villain Reader, nsfw, dark themes, 8k).

TWs: dub-con, graphic smut, Bad Bondage Etiquette, degradation/humiliation, brat (villain) taming, cumplay and slight bimbofication. Scumbag Aizawa is real.

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The day you met Eraserhead, looking back, saying your worries had been misplaced would be an understatement. With not being apprehended and losing street cred at the very top of your list, it was decidedly easy to skip over any of the other big red-lettered warnings.

You first felt the tickle in your nape while you carried your acquisitions across downtown Musutafu, accompanied by the familiar presage of someone watching your every movement. The city around you was bustling, as was the norm, as loud and meandering in its complaints as a chronically diseased elder, yet the alleys you took as shortcuts grew quieter and quieter with each step.

It was eerie, alarming, and a platitude of other adjectives you shamefully chose to neglect.

“So this is the great V/N in the flesh,” the lazy cadence of someone calling out your alias froze you mid-step, the way his owner dragged each syllable telling you he hadn’t yet decided whether you were worth wasting his breath on.

Your body was responding before you even had a chance to properly process the threat, running on instinct and muscle memory as you twirled to face the mysterious man and prepared to...

“Cute dress, kid.” Eraserhead in the flesh stood barely a few feet away, glowing scarlet orbs illuminating his preternaturally blank expression and transforming it instead into a visage of pure intimidation. “Didn’t pitch you for the frilly type.”

The growing panic in your chest put a hitch in your breath as you stared back. Yet you couldn’t help but still try, fruitlessly hoping—hands clenched, nails puncturing your own flesh as you tried to force your dormant quirk awake. And all for naught, considering your efforts were only repaid by the hatchet of your sinking realization being buried even deeper.

Although, the Pro-Hero also appeared to notice your meager attempts, taking a few steps closer to your form with a condescending gleam in his otherwise somber features.

Before you were conscious of what you were looking at (and before you had half a mind to attempt a quirkless attack on the hero), you observed the weapon wrapped around his neck unfolding fluidly, the extensions of fabric reaching out to envelop you in a forceful embrace that left your arms tucked to your sides and your back uncomfortably straightened.

“Better to trap you before you get any wild ideas. It’s your fault you’re in this position in the first place anyways,” he was taunting you, prodding you and poking you as you found yourself completely at his mercy, uselessly struggling much in the same way many of your victims had surely felt in their last few moments at your hands.

"Eraserhead," his pseudonym resembled an insult on your tongue, your rage and resentment making for rather colorful enhancements. "Don’t you have anything better to do than trapping helpless girls with this weapon of yours? Didn't peg you for a pervert."

Usually, you managed to reign in some of your nastier attitudes, channeling them into your quirk and the violence you could inflict with it…

But tied up and under the influence of his own ability as you were? All you had was pettiness.

"You can dress up as a civ all you want. Won't be fooling me." He took several steps, closing the distance between you two with barely the hint of a smile morphing his stern expression.

You could see the faint stubble on his handsome face from this up close, blood-shot eyes that refused to blink as they studied you in ample detail. Could even see the scar carved onto one of his cheekbones, a textured promise of the fight he had survived and now wore as a medal.

Such was your luck, that the Pro to finally catch up with you had to be this rugged scumbag.

"I'm not even engaging in any criminal activities, Eraseridiot." Your insult was terrible, but you were never much of a verbal sparrer. Not when you could use your fists instead. "What are you gonna send me to the pigs for? I know my rights."

And you did. So when the condescension on the lazy hero's face turned into a full-on expression of mockery as he approached your "bag of acquisitions," you audibly gulped. Goddamn stalker couldn't have been following you for that long? Could he?

If only you knew.

"Then," he held up the bag with an indolent brand of interest, the contents dangling tauntingly from his clutch. "How do you explain this over here? I reckon even dirt like you knows what stealing qualifies as." His other hand dived for the contents and before you could voice any protest, cheeks blushing furiously, a slow hint of a chuckle was bobbing his adam's apple. "It would be a fun thing to peg you down for, though."

That damned weapon of his didn't give out an inch as you started to furiously struggle, becoming instead impossibly tighter with each futile attempt at freeing yourself.

"You fucking psycho, is this your sick way of trying to pick me up or something?"

But your quip did not deter him at all (if anything, it spurred him on). The hand inside the bag tensed for a moment before he was retrieving the sole object inside. To say mortification was written all over your face would be an understatement.

A dark pantyhose now hung from Eraserhead's nimble fingers, not a second being wasted by the Hero before he proceeded to bring it up to his face, carelessly stretching the garment until you could see every single one of his features through the sheer material. The way the moonlight caught in it, bouncing off and bathing his patronizing face, made for uncomfortably intimate imagery.

(Yet a part of you, one you would never admit existed if further questioned, also could not help but notice the striking attractiveness of it all, making you want to squirm for completely different reasons while the man continued to exert his quirk on you through the fabric of your fucking lingerie.)

"Gotta say, didn't take you for a pantyhose kind of gal either. Girls like you…" He uttered the last part more like an afterthought, tossing the bag aside before his hands continued toying with the tights absentmindedly. "Are suited for something like fishnets much more."

By that point, you were sure he was just playing with you. You were such a harmless joke, restrained and showcased like a prize for his viewing pleasure.

"Reckon you must own quite a few pairs, uh?" He continued egging you on when you failed to give a timely enough answer.

(Perhaps the fact that he so easily guessed that detail should’ve been your first real warning, too.)

Yet you couldn’t help how his condescension and the downright dirty way he stared at you sent dark shivers up your spine, the threat he represented turning strangely alluring under the dim street lights illuminating you both.

As a villain, you had robbed, murdered, set people ablaze, and even stolen a popsicle or two from some crying kids. So why were Eraserhead's words having such an effect on you? Why did, a part of you deep down, seemed enthused by the awful way in which he was speaking to you?

"You don't have any proof I stole them. I just threw away the receipt after I bought them. Very environmentally unconscious of them, too, when electrical ones are a thing."

Now you were just rambling. What an adorable sight.

"Hmm, never thought I'd hear "environmentally unconscious" being uttered by a two-bit criminal." He stopped stretching the lingerie for a moment, thoughtfully scratching at his incipient stubble with his free hand instead, "Are you really trying to sell me the good samaritan angle?"

To his credit too, he seemed genuinely puzzled by your approach for an instant. Guess even an experienced pro like him still had room to be shocked.

"I'm not trying to sell you anything, imbecile." The snobbishly controlled tone of yours was back, the shaking of panic subsiding while you held onto your only hope of leaving this confrontation unscathed. "And my rights clearly state you need proof to apprehend me. Need causality to exert your quirk on me, too, or you would be the one breaking the law."

Now, Eraserhead wasn’t annoyed per se. You could tell from what little he had already spoken (and from the myriad of cautionary tales you had been told) that little could rattle the man at all, but your comment definitely appeared to intrigue him. It made you feel like an animal being studied, pinned down, and ready to be dissected for his own morbid curiosity.

"Isn't this just rich?" His tone was almost lethargic, words dragging on with a faint rumble. "Are you going to run off to the police, then? Tell them how a Pro trapped you and tried turning you in for a very obvious act of theft?", his eyebrows were raised, eyes more awake despite his monotone voice carrying on. "Be my guest then."

Because of course you were all bark, no bite and he was more than willing to call you out on your shit. So instead of continuing down that route, you decided to veer for a new approach, switching from your assortment of insolent tactics.

"Do you get off on this, then?" Your voice morphing into meekness while you adopted an expression of distress, bottom lip jutting out with the sparkle of thinly veiled sarcasm glimmering in your eyes. "Do you like thinking of yourself as the Big Bad Hero, maybe?" And you could tell by the way the incipient smile froze on his lips that your question had caught him off guard. Made you wanna press even harder, "Do you like the idea of taking a defenseless little girl into an alley and showing her just how bad you can be? Maybe planned on teaching me a lesson, is that it?"

His frown mimicked yours now, no longer any hints of cruel enjoyment on his part. His eyes still glowed red, but he was now squinting ever so slightly, zeroing in on you not only due to the limits of his quirk but also due to the words rapidly continuing to escape your impudent mouth.

"Does Eraserhead like to fuck his lays into being law-abiding citizens? Is the power over someone else what really gets you off, perhaps?"

It was like a spell was cast on the both of you. He couldn't drift his attention, his eyes couldn't stop scanning your face — quickly flickering from the hatred coloring your gaze to the slight quiver of frustration shaking your lips. The hand which he still used to grab your stockings was now a closed fist, knuckles growing pale from the poorly contained strength.

"Bet you plotted this entire thing, you creep. Wanted to take me behind an alley and show me my place." Your taunts were becoming increasingly more risqué, the anger blurring your sense of preservation—and the hint of something else too, a secret excitement you were unwilling to recognize. "Wanted to have me all submissive and obedient under you, surely. Show me what a scary hero cock can do, is that it?"

But instead of earning another entertaining grimace, you had a first-row seat to the rapidly darkening expression on his face. Eyes squinted at the same time that the bandages settled even tighter around you, cutting off your breath for a moment before relenting just enough not to suffocate you.

And that's when you first felt it for the first time, just when your jests died on your lips and you drank on his foreboding reaction. The grip of Eraserhead's quirk, more constricting than any ropes, wavering faintly around the prison he had constructed around you; the distinct buzzing in your hands returning for a mere instant before flickering out again.

Now that was interesting.

"Should watch what you're saying," the pro-hero sounded gruff, voice tinted by a new kind of intensity.

Like a shark smelling the smallest whiff of blood, you couldn’t help your instincts urging you to dial down.

"Always knew you hero types had a hard-on for the power trips. Bet you were using all of this as a decoy. Is this when you strip me and hold me down? When you plow me into the floor of this alley and tell me to "behave or else"?"

You knew your jabs were going too far, getting too brazen… yet as much as you enjoyed making the Pro visibly uncomfortable, once he decided to close the distance between you two there was little you could do to stop yourself from flinching. A fire inhabited his expression, the vivid brightness emanating from his stare not only intimidating, but downright frightening too.

"Are you trying to rile me up?" His hand gripped your face with force, bandages shifting until they were enveloping your neck, holding you up and forcing you to reciprocate his glare, "What do you think will you achieve by antagonizing me even more, V/N?"

You just looked at him through your eyelashes, still somehow managing to play up the innocent act through the layers of fear settling in. And as expected, it only served to further his irritation, calloused fingers digging even deeper into your cheeks and coaxing the claws of terror to continue trailing their nails all around you.

"I’m just trying to understand you, Eraserhead." The way you smiled at him was defiance personified despite it all, your tongue wetting your lips while you caught his eyes following the movement. There was the slightest give of his quirk again, a fluctuation in his concentration informing you that you were finally on the right track. "And I think, given the fact that I haven’t been cuffed yet, that we can both still come to a mutual agreement."

Fingers twitched around your jawline, muffling your words while your sides were squished together harshly. But even manhandling you, the Hero couldn’t hide the spark in his eyes, an interest you foolishly believed to be ignited by your former comments.

"So you are indeed trying to rile me up then." It was an assertion, not a hint of doubt in his leisure intonation.

Instead of replying this time, you just slowly blinked his way, observing your imitation of meekness reflected in a gaze that refused to abandon yours. It had been so long since you last tried to play coy, so long since you needed to depend on anything besides your own strength and ruthlessness. You couldn’t help the thrill you got from playing the role.

"Think you’ll get me distracted enough to break away, I bet." He was whispering directly against your skin after getting dangerously closer, the heat from his cushioned lips provoking an involuntary shiver. "Do you believe nobody else tried this approach before, little villain?"

You gulped, feeling caught before you even had time to properly set the stage.

"I wasn’t..."

"Weren’t what, trying to seduce me?" There was a sense of levity hidden somewhere under his timbre, stored between words that kept dragging on in a mantle of aloofness. "Or did you not mean any of your words?"

When you didn’t reply, you could feel the cruel smile resurfacing against your earlobe.

"If I lift your dress right now, do you think I’ll have my answer?" His question sounded almost casual, as weightless as your alias had been when he first called you out.

Your heartbeat sang in your chest, an anxious hummingbird trapped inside your ribcage. Because you knew the answer, you both did.

When the hand still clutching your bunched hosiery came up to press the fabric against your thighs, you could not help the gasp that escaped you.

"I bet all those things you were just saying…" His tone drifted off as the stockings were slowly guided up the vastness of your legs, fingers barely grazing you through the thin layer of the stolen undergarments. He was thoroughly teasing you, enjoying the manner in which your expression contorted in response. "You just want me to do them to you, don’t you?"

Even if you would’ve wanted to object, the pressure of his nylon-covered digits finally reaching your dampened panties was enough to kill any possible refusal. He traced the outline of your slit, soft touches running across it with deceitful lightness, and your mind became positively staggered as you were rendered overwhelmed by his actions.

You didn’t have to worry about his next move for long, either, because barely a moment’s notice passed before his entire palm was eagerly covering your crotch. And the new way in which he groped you was demanding, the heel of his wrist putting just enough pressure to drag a shamefully loud mewl from you.

The douchebag even had the gall to laugh at your reaction, the sound of his mirth prompting you to writhe even harder as he continued to feel you up through your rapidly soaking underwear.

"Knew you’d be a slutty one." His breath was hoarse against the side of your face, the stubble on his jaw scratching against your skin in a way which made you wonder how it would feel pressing elsewhere. "So fucking wet, it must hurt being this eager."

He didn’t specify what exact kind of pain he meant, whether your growing need for release or the insufferable blow all of this represented to your pride. Somehow, though, you had an inkling that he was referencing both.

"Wanna show me just how needy you are?" His words echoed with each laboured breath of his, one of the few signs you had that he was clearly very much into the whole affair despite his detached demeanor. "Maybe you could show me more of your adorable little cries."

As Eraserhead rutted his palm against you another time, you found your hips lowering down to chase the feeling much to your own chagrin, more moans making their way out of your panting mouth while he coaxed you to sing the notes of his preferred melody.

It was true that you hated his guts… but another fact was that you hadn’t had action in a long while either. Even with the threat of imprisonment hanging over you, you could not deny how desirable the idea to get to cum against that veiny hand of him was, to grip those muscular shoulders as you reached the perdition he was so tantalizingly offering.

Decidedly forgotten was your plan of you being the one distracting him. For fuck’s sake, you really were a needy whore.

"Why not show me how you cum for me in this alley, if you’re really that desperate?" His words kept getting cruder, his tongue tracing a languid stripe from your earlobe down to the side of your neck, a beautiful path of distractions threatening to dip your sanity even lower. "Be the dirty little villain that I know you are, doll."

But just as soon as the stimulation was hitting you a second time, so it suddenly disappeared. One second fingers were flexing against your tender flesh, coated by your arousal through the layers of fabric separating you and fluttering with the promise of an impending release, and then the very next instant you were left to whimper (a villain like you, actually whimpering!) in the unbearable wake of their absence.

When your eyes searched for the Hero’s again, in his blown out pupils you could only dare interpret part of the enjoyment he was getting from watching you scram for his touch, beautifully bold handwriting spelling out arousal for all to read.

Watching you so easily betray your own ego after all of your lip service? More than simple music to his ears, it was an entire sonnet.

"But, now that I think of it, you were the one trying to walk away free from this. So why should you be the one getting pleasured?"

Even in your precarious situation, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Apparently, your discomfort at being denied was enough to forego your better senses.

The bindings contracted around you in quick response to your insolence, your neck being craned even further and your arms mishandled until they were behind your back instead of at your sides, a sharp pain blooming from your shoulders as you struggled to adjust.

Treated like this, he really did make you feel like a helpless little doll. (Goddamn, that thought alone was enough to have your juices gushing again, the trails of your excitement starting to make a mess of your inner thighs.)

"You don’t get it, do you?" He asked in a despondent voice, unblinking eyes still refusing to abandon your face as he elaborated, "you should already be on your way to some second-rate villain prison, cuffed and muzzled and someone else’s problem."

At his reminder of what you believed to be your impending fate, the mocking pout on your face transformed into a retelling of real horror. Because your spotless reputation was the one trick in your book that had managed to give you a sliver of notoriety over the rest of the unremarkable criminals, much more significant than any quirk or grandiose crime.

So for someone like you to lose that? You might as well hang up the villain costume and retire, for all anyone would care. (And yes, you had been called an attention whore a lot throughout your life, but who could blame you when you couldn’t help but thrive on it?)

Sensing your spiraling thoughts, the Pro raised his eyebrows in an almost pitiful stint, as if he was truly empathizing with the agonized look of your face.

"I know you don’t want that, doll." As his declaration dragged on, the grip that had been steadying your jaw was swapped instead for the peculiar feeling of damp fabric —your pantyhose being pushed against your cheek and spreading your own juices around, all while Eraserhead intently studied the new wave of disgust coloring your features. "So why not show me that even a villain slut like you can behave? Give me a reason to believe that and..." The slickered garment was now pressing to your closed lips, your eyes starting to water with the weight of the humiliation you were being made to endure. "Maybe then I’ll consider letting you go."

You knew he was lying, had every right to doubt the sincerity of his promise and, in its place, conclude he just meant to take advantage of you in your desperate state and then leave you for the pigs to find anyway.

You knew all of that, and yet you still opened your mouth and allowed him to do as he pleased. When he worked the pair of soiled stockings inside, you had troubles recognizing the pathetic sight being reflected your way from the wild hue of his gaze.

For someone who had always prided herself in being a predator, you had never looked more like prey.

"Fuck, that’s it, doll." He pushed the piece further with his fingers, forcing you to stretch your lips until your jaw started to hurt from the strain. His fingers swirled inside, pressing the soaked material against the flat of your tongue and instructing you to eagerly lick it.

You had never felt as debased in your entire life, being forced to choose between savoring your own arousal while tied up in an alley or ruining a reputation you had fought so earnestly to maintain.

(And yet your thighs were pressing together now, attempting to create some meager friction to alleviate a yearning that did nothing but shift, demand, grow.)

"Look at you cleaning up your own mess," he almost sounded proud of you as you kept dutifully sucking, his other hand brushing your hair away from your shoulders in a strangely consoling way. "Seeing you all obedient like this, one could be fooled into thinking there is yet hope for reform."

By the time the Hero finally took his hand away, bunching up the stockings before fitting them into one of the hidden pockets of his dark costume, you thought you could discern a mocking smile through the clouds of tears.

"But now, now, doll… are you gonna keep crying or do you wanna try and take proper care of me next?"

Not finding it in yourself to raise your voice again, you instead opted to wet your lips hesitantly as you awaited for him to elaborate further. There was a question dying to be asked, struggling somewhere alongside the myriad of insolent retorts and insults you wished you could swing the Hero’s way without being harshly reprimanded.

"I wouldn’t call that proper exactly," a chuckle reverberated from the back of his throat, gravely and dark as he misrepresented your movements. Fingers still slick from your saliva caressed your bottom lip, massaging it in a way which played straight into the undermining tilt of his words. "Although I’m sure you must be dying to wrap your pretty lips around my cock. Would give you a good reason to stay quiet, uh?"

You really had been intending not to fall for his obvious goading, not trying to give the Pro anymore reasons to be harsh with you (or even worse, give him an excuse to leave you alone and to a fate worse than his company ever would be).

Had tried so hard too, but the cocky villain in you could only take so much degradation before it snapped.

"Goddamn it, are you trying to fuck me or bore to death?" As for the slight quivering in your voice, you dearly hoped he wouldn’t pick up on it.

Predictably enough, that slip earned you another harsh tug from the capture weapon, your whole body pulled back until you thought you were about to be snapped.

"I was just about to praise you for being all sweet for me, V/N." The switch from his pet names to your alias felt like a bucket of ice being dumped on you, voice a slow drawl while he tugged once more from your bottom lip, but this time harsh enough to have you wincing. "I’m trying to teach you how to be a proper girl, so don’t make me regret it. Or would you prefer to go take a prolonged vacation in a holding cell?"

He already knew your answer judging by the way his eyes coldly studied you, unearthing the secrets you uselessly attempted to hide with an ease that unnerved you (and, as much as you loathe to admit, fascinated you).

When he tugged at your mouth again, nails sinking just enough to be noticeable, you knew he was expecting a verbal answer. And a nice one, at that.

"Then fucking get on with it…" Words slurred at the end, caught up in the increasingly somber aura of your captor before you swallow thickly, quickly adding as an afterthought, "Please."

At that, his scowl receded enough for some satisfaction to find its way back into his grimace.

The more you struggled, the sweeter your surrender became.

"Not perfect, but better," he conceded with a thoughtful hum.

If you had properly studied just who he was beyond his active Heroism, then you would’ve understood just how accustomed he was to insubordination. If anything, your act only served to make him feel more at home.

You had barely any time to wonder about whatever he had planned next though, because in an instant that damned contraction of his was moving you around once more, twisting you until you were facing the brick wall of the alleyway with heaving breaths.

Your legs were now maneuvered until you were forced to keep them apart just a smidgen, the new inviting space between your thighs surely a most intoxicating promise for the sick man manhandling you. And your back experienced pain afterwards too, harshly pushed until you had no option but to allow yourself to be pressed against the dirty walls; As a result, you found yourself with your ass backed up and for the world to see, the frilly skirt of your dress caught somewhere between all the movements.

Yet even being roughed up as you were, when a hand reached out to tug your ruined underwear away you couldn't help greedily rutting into it, too worried by the fire gathering in your lower belly to care about maintaining a semblance of the reluctance you would later claim to have experienced.

It was almost comical for the Hero to observe the pathetic image you were now serving up on an ornate platter —especially when compared to the list of deviant crimes and horrors your spreadsheet of accomplishments preached. For all intents and purposes, you really were a horrible, messed up individual…

So it was a wonder why his mind had kept supplying him with the same descriptor ever since he first saw you, the same sweet little word that he thought might as well be written all over your skin for how accurate it described you.

A cute little doll (soon to be his cute little doll). Despite believing himself to be a fairly responsable Hero, the man had never wanted to play with anything as much as he did with you.

The sound of a zipper being lowered was alarmingly loud in the emptiness of your surroundings, as loud as a wail to your sensitive ears. When you squirmed below your restraints, nonetheless, you could no longer pinpoint whether it was from unadulterated fear or a sick sense of anticipation.

How easy it had been to break you, even if you would never recognize it openly.

"Knew you were into it, and now watch your ass trembling in excitement for me." He was chuckling again, not pretending like the cruelty coating his words had any other intention but to degrade you further. It had been just his luck, to find the one villain who just so happened to enjoy it. "I really hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I, doll?"

When the lewd sound of one of his fists pumping his cock reached your ears, you didn’t even bother disguising the whines of complaint refusing to be contained any longer.

"Stop..." Words spilled from clenched teeth, growled out with an annoyance that no longer sought to defy, "Fucking..." but to demand instead, "Teasing."

"Hmm, that’s cute. Why don’t you try begging me though?" His cadence was growing as bated as his breath, littered by intermittent curses as his eyes dined on the sight of your glistening core, held up and offered up for him to do as he pleased. "Beg for me to use you, and if you put on a good enough show I might just let you off."

Another shiver rampaging it's way through your body, an exhilaration that could not be entirely pinpointed.

"Please…" You started, rough intonation dripping with venom —But Eraserhead didn't seem to mind the sardonic nature of your pleading though, not as you heard the litany of damnations being spilled from his lips. Your shameful excitement, your bitterness, your hatred… he would feast on it all and do it gladly. "Get on with it, bastard. Didn't anyone tell you never to toy with your food?"

A low murmur was your only response at first, followed by the lewd sound of his pre-cum covered cock being harshly jerked.

"Hmmm, aren't you being a bit too demanding…" His steps echoed again behind you, his unoccupied hand coming up to massage your ass with a rather firm grip. "Even with the begging, I don't think you've learned your place yet."

When he planted a slap in the same place he had been eagerly caressing before, sharp and flaring up your nerves with the sting of pain and humiliation, you couldn't stop your scream from turning into a wanton little moan halfway through.

Even if he was hitting you, it still meant he was touching you, and so enticingly close to the place you actually needed tended to.

"Do it…" your breathing was too heavy to speak in full fluid sentences, body flushed and mind filled with the buzzing of desire. "Do it again, fuck."

You were still not begging him like he asked, but it seemed like your choice of words still greatly pleased him. Another slap rained on your ass, his big warm palm massaging the same reddening spot right after.

And he kept going, the spanking echoing through your body and sending both pain and pleasured shivers up your spine—lewd sounds mixing in with the increasing pace of his other fist pumping his cock. Even without directly touching you, your pussy clenched and weeped with each firm hit.

"Damn, it's my first time meeting such a masochistic whore." Punctuated by his most painful slap yet, the globes of your ass left trembling and a furious shade of crimson to match his lust-filled eyes. "I can see why you've managed to stay free for so long, little villain." The debasement, paired with the pain of his firm strikes, had you moaning even louder. You couldn't even recognize your own sounds, nor the thrills you felt at this entire fucked up ordeal. "Wonder how many other Pros you showed this beautiful sight to."

Even through the fog of sensations impeding you from being wholly coherent, though, you still couldn't help but want to set the record straight.

"None, fuck…" Words merging into another expectant whine when you felt his hand gripping your flesh again, only this time he was kneading you in an oddly tender way —Urging you on, fingers creeping closer to your needy hole. "I'm not… usually in the business of fucking Heroes. Shit, I hate this…"

But you didn’t, and when you were surprised by the warmth of his naked erection barely grazing the sensitive outer lips of your cunt, you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped you.

"Goddamn, V/N, even while you're an ill-mannered brat you still manage to know just what to say."

And then the older man was sliding his cock in the juncture of your thighs, teasing your core by pressing against it while grunts began to escape him. You thought you could cry from having him so close yet still not where you wanted him, but then his shallow thrusts against your legs proved to be much more stimulating than you first expected.

The fat head of his cock even managed to somewhat stimulate your puffy clit with its movements, pushing in its direction as your essence continued to leak out and cover you both. And It was so absolutely debauched, to think a Hero was using your thighs like a fucktoy while you were tied down and unable to stop it....

But it felt so good. Even without him actually in you, you had never been this turned on before.

"More… ughhh," you were now screaming with the side of your face pressed flush against the disgusting brick walls, needy sounds filling the night and making it privy to your descent into madness.

Another thrust, this time angled just precisely enough not to caress your pleasurable areas. Punishment, you feverishly thought while you attempted to wiggle your ass, eager to force more of that delicious friction you were quickly becoming hypnotized by.

"Now, V/N," his gruff voice had adopted a mocking tone of reprimand as he continued to rut against the soft skin of your thighs. "Haven't I taught you anything, yet? If you want something…" The hand returned to your heated skin, digits underneath you both spreading your pussy enough for the chilly night air to send shivers straight to your core. "You gotta say please."

And say please you did. Screamed it even, so eager for more and already far beyond feeling any embarrassment.

He didn't fuck you, not like you really wanted, but suddenly his thick shaft was sliding between your lips as his capture weapon aided him in angling your body just right, pulsing against your hole while he found a new rythimn. When both of his hands returned, one of them held you back to make the process even easier while the other swiftly joined his cock in tending to your eager pussy.

So lost were you in the new raw excitement seizing you, in the knowledge of just how messed up you both were for engaging in such debauchery —so distracted that you didn't even notice the faint buzzing returning to your arms, the vibrancy of an old frequency being reactivated and allowed to encapsulate you again.

(You didn’t notice, but fuck if it didn’t made your orgasm all the sweeter.)

You were cumming like that, your moans resembling squeaks, your body feeling closer to a used fucktoy than a human being. The hero kept rutting against you, the joint efforts of his cock and hand mercilessly continuing to abuse your spasming cunt while your cries filled the space with their decadence.

You felt dirty, guilty, maybe even a little ashamed as the orgasm briefly gave you a clarity of mind your arousal had clouded.

And yet, despite it all, it had been the best you felt in years, possibly ever. As the Pro now tugged your hair, forcing you to wrench your neck just enough to look at him over your shoulder, you couldn't help licking your lips in expectation of what he had in store next.

"You're gonna show me your face next time you come, little villain." He gave you just enough time to nod, eyebrows drawn as your pleasure got impossibly dragged out by the stimulation he still bathed you with. "And you're gonna keep begging me, keep showing me why you deserve to stay free, okay?"

It was commendable, how collected he managed to sound while thrusting into your thighs like that, the sounds of skin slapping against skin driving each of his words home.

"Yes, fuck, whatever you want…" Despite your senses shortly coming back earlier, you were still too far gone to rethink your poor choices. You just knew you wanted more, and so you asked for it. "Just give me more, please."

So fucking obedient. If your parents could see you know, their failure of a villain daughter being all proper and learning to beg for what she wanted? Well, perhaps saying they'd be proud was a stretch, considering you were also the one getting fucked in the middle of a filthy alley.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was just how well your begging would work.

Because the next thrust of his shaft was not between your legs, but aimed to finally breach your needy cunt instead, easily filling you up in one go with how utterly soaked in both of your juices you already were. The girth of him had you already clenching with renewed vigor, his hand stopping his assault on your clit just to give you enough time to truly savor the new intoxicating sensation.

And when your eyes found his again, so drunk on the waves of pleasure you were that you also failed to notice the lack of scarlet coloring the orbs boring into yours, now inescapable voids of dark desire and a type of intense fixation you thought hadn't been there moments ago.

(Or maybe it was always there, and you had been too busy with your own turmoil to notice the clues being left by your so-called enemy).

"Want me to stuff you properly?" His guttural question hit you at the same time as his sharp movements found your tender spot with experienced ease, walls tightening around him while your entire body struggled to continue holding yourself upright, relying more and more on the capture weapon to keep you from toppling over.

The binds still hurt from how tightly they wrapped around you, bruises sure to be left on their wake, but by that point you weren't so sure anymore the sting was an entirely bad thing. If anything, it just made the pleasure all the sweeter by comparison.

"Want me to fill you with so much cum that you reek of hero cock for the rest of the week?" He laughed while he regurgitated some of your words from earlier, the hand pressing against your lower stomach caressing you with a distinct sense of ownership as he elicited another loud moan with a sharp movement of his hips.

Noticing you reacting not only to his actions but to his quips, you could practically hear the self congratulatory smirk as he spoke next.

"Bet the other villains would love knowing how much of a cockhungry whore you turned into too, doll. Talk about fraternizing with the enemy."

And he was right, in a way. Because what would your fellow villains think, seeing you being wrecked by one of the most infamous Pros in the business, lowering yourself to pleading and screaming as he rearranged your insides.

Would you get called a disloyal whore or just a plain traitor? Not only would your spotless reputation and the myth you had fought to build collapse, but from its ashes your eternal shame could be erected.

A shame that would tower over you, looming around you while the eyes of your peers followed you everywhere. You could even picture the jests veered your way, the looks of utter disgust and ridicule...

Somehow, the idea of anyone finding out only made your screams grow louder, impossibly more fervent.

"Fucking… get on with it."

However, his rhythm was rapidly interrupted after your jab, his cock pulling out almost entirely as your core convulsed with the sudden staggering emptiness it was left to grapple with. More whimpers, struggling against the set of eternally unforgiving ties encasing your body.

"But you're making me do all the work, little one" Another slap shook your entire frame as it landed heavily on your still pained cheeks. You were so sore, both from the previous set of hits and from the sheer exhaustion starting to set in, muscles tight and resentful from the awkward positions your body had been manhandled into. "If you really want to continue this, how about you start doing some of the heavy lifting, uh?" Just like before, his palm started massaging the tender spot he had just smacked, fingers digging into your supple flesh being as close to comforting as the Pro seemed capable of. "Show me just how good you can be."

And you could've argued, truly, could've even attempted to hold onto the last vestiges of your pride…

You could’ve done a lot of things, but the truth was that when his weapon relented its hold at last, retreating from the underside of your knees and giving in just a smidge for the first time since you had been captured, you didn't waste any seconds before you were chasing after your high with renewed vigor.

Greedily sinking into him with an obscene sigh, you audibly marveled at the curve of his member being deliciously imprinted in your insides. While you copied the cadence the Hero had previously employed, his grip on your lower belly fluttered, almost like he couldn't decide whether to take control back or allow you to humiliate yourself further with your own zealousness.

It seemed like the later prospect won him over in the end though, because he remained almost impassively still as you did all the work needed to bring you both deliriously close to your peaks.

The sight must've been spectacular, watching you, renown villain V/N, so thoroughly broken and willing to heed his every command. Impaling yourself on his cock, moaning and continuing to beg him for something you were already taking for yourself.

If he died right then and there, he doubted Heaven wouldn't have as much appeal as the scene still unfolding before his eyes. (But again, considering his actions, Heaven wouldn't really be the right place for either of you.)

You were just about to reach your second orgasm, toes curling inside your shoes, fists clenched and a face that spelt poetic extasis. Angling the way you took his cock, every single movement driving him painstakingly deeper, slamming against a spot that made you imagine the stars falling from the sky all around you, their light being the one bathing you instead of the malfunctioning street lamps.

So goddamn close…

Only to have him pull out again, this time completely. You were clenching against nothing, all stimulation stolen from you, and the bitterness of a ruined orgasm promptly dragged curses and complaints out of you before you could even think to stop them.

Eyes searched his, urgently seeking an explanation for his withdrawal only to find his glare fixated instead on that same dirty pair of stockings that had started it all.

Eraserhead must have taken the garment out of his pocket sometime while he fucked you, unfolding it from its scrunched up state until the crotch was visibly presented for both of you to admire, dark sheer fabric still stained from a mix of your arousal and spit.

When the Pro looked at you again, a beautifully dark smile topped his attractive face. He looked painfully content, the way he studied your own mortified expression reminding you of an artist studying his masterwork.

"Only the truly obedient ones get their cunts filled." You noticed then how his other hand was jerking him off again, erection rubbing against the nylon undergarments in a most obscene depiction. Too bad you were too frustrated to appreciate any of it. "I don't think you've… hell, you haven't earned it yet, V/N."

You didn't even notice you were tearing up from the annoyance until it was too late. And maybe that was what finally did it, seeing you actually crying at his refusal to breed you like the slut you both knew you were, writhing in exaggerated despair as you found yourself feeling jealous of a stupid pair of tights, because not long after your pathetic reaction the man was letting out a pained groan of his own and spilling himself all over the damned garment.

But instead of rubbing your wailing in your face after he came down from his own delicious high, last few spurts of cum slowing down to a halt, you were surprised instead by the weapon that had been binding you for the longest time finally retreating.

As expected, you unceremoniously collapsed to the floor, feet now unprepared for supporting your weight and your entire being wholly exhausted after enduring the roughest fuck you had ever experienced. It hurt all over, although you weren't sure whether your still present longing wasn't what pained you the most.

When you looked up to the Pro again, trying to find an answer to the new freedom you were experiencing, you were surprised by having the cum-dripped stockings thrown in your face.

And quite literally so, the still wet seed dribbling down your cheek and into your trembling lips, all before you collected enough wits to grab the offending item and pull it down with an expression of unadulterated disgust.

"Sorry, doll, but you were pouting so irresistibly," The Eraser user actually laughed, this time the sound coming with an untroubled merriment you did not think he was capable of.

He actually looked worn out while he tucked himself back into his costume, accommodating the pieces of clothing until all hints from your ravenous affair disappeared. The bandages were wrapping themselves around his neck once more, looking more like an extravagant scarf than the most precise set of inmovilazing gear you had ever endured.

However, something about his attitude had you forgetting all about his newest slight, much too worried by a new cause of worry.

"Hold on..."

Eraserhead looked down at you from his place after you raised your voice, urging you to continue as he finished getting himself presentable. The air of nonchalance around him was almost more intimidating than any of the actual threats or vulgar comments he had voiced prior. Almost.

"Are you…" you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, voice still raspy and hoarse after what had just transpired. "Are you really letting me go?"

The man just raised one of his eyebrows at that, eyes crinkling for the first time and looking strangely amused.

"Doll, I stopped exerting my quirk on you while I was still teasing you good and proper," he declared bluntly. When his orbs glimmered again, you now felt like an imbecile as you finally realized they had completely lost the reddish hue to them. "So you know what? I thought you deserved to get an out of jail free card for behaving yourself… even if you still need to work some more on your manners."

To call your shocked expression dumbfounded would be a disservice.

When his now bottomless eyes bore into yours for one final time, all you could do was stare back in dazzled shock. Your quirk was back, the Pro himself had just confirmed it, and yet you were still nailed to the spot, still anticipating his next words without even thinking of attacking him in the meantime.

One little tumble and you were already his brightest pupil yet. He was now so glad to have waited that long, it only made the outcome all the more fulfilling.

"You don’t need to be so surprised, Y/N, we'll be seeing each other soon,” He kneeled in front of you for an instant, both hands reaching out to hold up your face in a gesture more resembling a lover than… well, whatever the hell you two were. So entranced you were then, that the use of your real name barely even registered. “It’s been difficult to keep you away from trouble thus far,” his acknowledgment reverberated in the alley, its meaning something else lost to you as you couldn’t help but become entranced by the new peculiar softness he addressed you with, “but getting you like this now, seeing you break so easily… fuck, I’ll mold you right back up, doll, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything else.”

And just then, for the first time you realized, the Hero’s lips were brushing against yours gently, uncharacteristically careful as he kissed you slowly. Even his hands were tender while they guided you, treating you as if you truly were a doll that could just be snapped with a mere wrong movement. As if he hadn’t just been treating you like a dirty hole for him to use and abuse just short instants ago.

But at least he did not seem to care about the mess that was your face at the moment, about the cum stains or the still damp trails of tears. And, for whatever reason, you found yourself returning the gesture in kind, melting into the oddly affectionate touch of a man you were still halfway sure you loathed.

Even after he left you, alone and a mess still toppled over on the floor with the shadow of humiliation cloaking your shoulders, your fingers couldn’t help but touch your lips with a bizarre mixture of bewilderment and horror.

He told me I would see him soon, your mind supplied as you found yourself irreparably fixating your stare on the pair of now completely ruined tights you were still holding onto. The fact that you felt any type of excitement about the notion did not fail to mortify you.

God, even for villain standards you were fucked.

But it was okay, because misery loved company and, with time at his disposal and the right amount of coaching, Shouta was sure he could teach you to properly crave his soon enough.

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